women of the sea

In the spring of 2024 I packed my bags for the British Virgin Islands to sail from island to island for 8 days with 5 women. My sun burnt face dusted in salt from the evaporated sea water smiled at the richness of a life amongst wandering and searching women, rocking on a boat in the middle of the ocean as sea gulls called at us to spare a few morsels of crackers or decadent pancakes smothered in butter.

I wrote in my journal each morning and read my book in the evenings as the sweet rocking of the boat lulled me to sleep as if in a baby’s cradle.

The days gave us winds that propelled us and had us grabbing for lines that pulled at our muscles, leaving us only for the present moment.