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Thank you for this reflection and sharing. Rigging the sails (attaching them to the rigging I.e. the functional structure of the boat - the mast/stay and sheets) is generally what you do before you hoist them with a halyard. You were definitely understood by this sailor! Nausea in my experience is sometimes fended off by staring at the horizon and/or a decent pulling of rum. I’m so sorry you had that experience- that reads like a really nasty one.

As for infinity... you reminded me of the first time I meditated on it as a child too, around 7 years old when I’d learned the term at school. I left my body and flew as far into the universe as I could. I almost passed out and when I came back to consciousness I remember thinking ‘I could explore endless worlds!’ I’ve always been a spiritualist though, talking to trees and stars. And, in my deeply traumatic youth it was fantasy that kept me sane. Perhaps that’s why it’s always been more about potentiality than fear for me? I’ve also been around a great deal of death in this lifetime and for me it has molded the clay of my perception and appreciation of life, and kept my curiosity alive around what happens once we transition.

This beautiful world has my heart, while I’m here - once I’ve left the flesh behind I can only imagine the wonders of returning to ‘source’ and the infinite possibilities of a body-less existence. Or simple nothingness. Either way infinity feels like more of a dream than anything and I do still delight in the world of dreaming...

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