Maktub-It is written

Another day on the big blue, and like every day before, different from
every day before. We are stitching our way in the direction of Greece.
Easterly winds, sometimes a bit north easterly, have us tacking up and
down along the coast of Africa. At first we were going to sail more
north, but strong winds are predicted up there and we therefore rather
stay south. Sometimes sailing, sometimes motorsailing. Nice sunny
weather for the last few days. At night is a bit chillies and ships from
every direction keep us honest and true.

Felix has just attempted his first try at baking bread. As I am writing
the smell from the oven is starting to fill the air, soon we will be
enjoying it, fresh from the oven. My turn to cook tonight, spaghetti and
bolognaise, always a winner. Last night Brad made us a curry stew and
the washing up was easy as there wasn't a crumb left.

With Felix on board we are far more rested now, and our watch shifts are
changing every day. Last night I had the privilege of watching the sun
set, and this morning watching the sun rise. The same sun that has risen
and set over these waters for who really knows how long. And so close to
North Africa, there is a quiet, ancient feel about area we are in. And
the ancient mariners that traversed these waters in their ancient
craft, I feel part of the morphic energy left behind by them as well.

And the sad energies as well, of people at war, as they have been for so
many years. Greed and the conception that survival is a battle and we
have to compete in order to survive. But hopefully soon the sun will
shine down on a planet that is at war no more. Where people will be free
from sub-ordination, from indoctrination, free to be all we are meant to
be. And so it will be, as it is written.Maktub, an Arabian expression
,very apt for the times and the place we are sailing and living in.

The bread just came out, I had my first slice, Felix is a natural, I am
out of here.

Blessings to you

Paul