by dyanaw | Apr 25, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Novels
We trudge barefoot through the rain and wash our muddy feet at the entrance. About thirty people, mainly women, are sitting on the floor, waiting. Bowls of food steam and cool on a long white cloth laid over woven floor mats. Pretty ornaments, pictures and flowers...
by dyanaw | Apr 15, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Novels
Excerpt from The Yoga of Sailing by Dyana Wells: I gaze around. Everything is extraordinarily present and precious. A roughly-dressed Fijian crosses aimlessly in front of our bus, a rangy dog noses for scraps; they both ooze the glory of existence. Emily’s thigh...
by dyanaw | Apr 5, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Sailing
An oddly pea shaped cocoon, floats at anchor. Patient. We knock up against the stern, she doesn’t flinch, and clamber over the life lines, around the wheel, down into the cockpit. Inanimate stability, but it doesn’t feel like that. We have taken our earth mother to...
by dyanaw | Mar 25, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Sailing
Sailing, pull up the main, third reef, coming about, pull in the head sail. Immediately my legs are braced, hands to the winch handle and I’m swinging it around, steady, engaging my whole body down to my toes, clutching at the floorboards. tummy muscles clenched,...
by dyanaw | Mar 15, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Sailing
I sometimes wonder what it is about sailing that pulls me back, again and again into the discomfort of clambering over life lines, stewing around in a poky galley, tossing through the night in an uncomfortable roll, hours and hours lost in the froth that rushes past....