The periods of greatest personal renewal in my life have been spent on the ocean. I love the sea and know it to be the womb from which all living things have come. There is something ominous about the phrase “the waters covered the face of the earth.” Crossing the Atlantic for the first time was like a homecoming of the spirit. There were times when standing alone on deck, the boundaries of the self dimmed and almost disappeared, and then again affirmed themselves. I felt that I was outside of time, yet watching myself in time.
