guided by an unseen force.
On deck I was instantly taken by the size and quantity of fireflies that stretched across the water as far as I could see. Were
they a special breed? Why didn���t they move? Or was this
phosphorescent algae? Then, as I looked up at the clearest sky
and stars I had seen since my visit, in 1977, to Ladakh, the
Little Tibet of the western Himalayas, I realized the stars were
reflected on the dark water all round me. For the first time in
my life, the stars were here. Not there, beyond us, but here
below and around me. We were enveloped by a sea and sky
of stars.
���How I wonder where you are?��� You are here. There was a
translucent light that night I had never before experienced.
It was a divine milieu. It was transformational. Only much
later did I discern the dark, low-lying coast that brought me
back to earth. I was made much stronger.
T
he stars were on the surface of Poseidon���s domain, the
watery deep that is the mortar that binds hundreds of Greek
islands and rock outcroppings. Poseidon had been quite good
to me over the years. He did not claim me when my Lightning, Kinvara, a twenty foot racing sailboat, capsized off Children���s Island, Marblehead and my leg was caught in a line.
He had guided us on numerous occasions while sailing in the
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