[password] rachel25
[position]36 07.500s 117 34.500w
[status] On passage to Valdivia, Chile from Auckland NZ.

Day 26. The days are flowing into each other, merging, watch follows watch, meal follows meal, cup of tea follows cup of tea.
Work, is out there in the cockpit, trimming sails and checking course and weather, or in here, at the chart table writing log, in the galley cooking, or fixing whatever needs fixing with tools or needles. Leisure is also out there, and in here, reading, playing the guitar, learning Spanish,and thinking, or not thinking. There is no end to it. It is a continuum. For now, this is our life.
I find that to think further forward than this life, to count the days, to work out how long to go, does not help. For the moment this is my life and I live within it, enjoying it for what it is and what it has to offer. To do otherwise is to introduce yearning and dissatisfaction and to downgrade part of what is a precious time.
I am reading a book, "The Shepherd's Life: A Tale of the Lake District" by James Rebaks (thank you Janet)in which he talks about his life as a fell farmer. He describes his feeling of being part of an enduring life, the life of the farm which started generations before and which will continue for generations to come, generations of people, generations of sheep, generations of the soil and the flora and fauna within the valley. He is satisfied with this life, he is proud to be a part of it, a part of the enduring life of the farm. But he realises that,of the millions of people who enjoy the lake district and even those who now call it their home (often their second home), there are very few who will understand either his satisfaction or his pride.
I wonder where my niche is, my valley, my part in something more enduring and bigger than me.
[speed] 7.5 knots
[heading] 090 true
[weather] Wind NNW 18 knots. 1.0m waves. Sky 20% cloud. Baro 1015,
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