January 3, 2017
Six months ago today, I witnessed the first of seventeen majestic sunrises over the Pacific as I made my way to Kauai on my beloved sailboat, Haunani. The day before, I sailed out under the Golden Gate Bridge past anything familiar and into a 360’sphere that would change me forever. I have said before that my journey didn’t really change me, but rather reminded me of who I really was. I was indeed reminded of what was inside me all along, but I am realizing now, that that very fact has changed me. I feel I am on the precipice of something profound, and watching San Francisco disappear in my wake and then arriving in Hanalei Bay seventeen days later was just the beginning of my transformation.
When I reflect on my journey, the most stirring memories I have are of the stunning sunrises I was blessed to witness. The glow of the sun slowly illuminating the dramatic horizon was an elixir for my heart and soul and motivation for my weary body. The sun would come up again, no matter how treacherous or stormy the night, and would evoke a sense of wonder and promise in me no matter my mood. She would shine a light across the sacred horizon to illuminate the mysteries of the night and transform them into possibility and motivation. It was like being born again every day. No matter what the disposition of the sea, the sunrise was a shot of grace into my soul that would without fail remind me of all that is right in the world, and renew my determination.
It is in the spirit of that renewed determination, and also the necessary release of my beloved Haunani, that I rename this blog “Sacred Horizons”. I am as ever, gazing out into the mysterious promise of luring horizons with hope and determination as I navigate this next phase of my life’s adventure.