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Across the Atlantic (North)

“But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?”

Joshua Slocum

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Entries…

June 2017: Why Hello Again Tiger
July 9: Shakedown Cruise – Verplanck to Provincetown
July 14: Through the Fog – Provincetown to Newfoundland
July 21: Newfoundland, Canada
July 24: Finally the Whales! And I threw up…
July 27: Longitude 39 Boom Repair
August 1986: Tiger the Storm Magnet
July 31: Foul Weather Finally
August 6: Ireland, Now What?
August 11: Cruising Cork and Kerry
August 20: Ireland is for Walkers

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“…the sentiments we share are so touching, bloomed from a well of dripping emotion. In grief we can’t help but feel. We are transformed. We are tenderized in loss.
“I unfolded the topic delicately. Once my frustration had waned, and once she had veered from her chronic trauma back to an awareness of self. I gently handed her the feedback that moments before I wanted to slap her with. As caregiver you are expected to be soft, nurturing.”
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“So this week I have had no shame. His passing is a force of nature, empowering me. I’ve said “fuck-it” to work and schedules and structures that don’t support me right now. Right now I need to feel the full force of this thing, and fuck any obligation that doesn’t agree. Fuck any norm that gets in the way of this process. Fuck any culture that says that sadness should be stuffed, and depression should be ignored. Fuck relationships that can't stand vulnerability. And fuck standards that break mental health, that take away my friends.”
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