We motor slowly into a long glove-like harbour, looking for a good anchorage, depth sounding the bottom, manoeuvring around numerous shallow bars across the entrance. This is only our second stop since leaving Fiji and we are both silenced by the soft, unearthly beauty which climbs out of the mist.
Jungle hangs over the water’s edge, the harbour meanders into several shallow byways, and the water returns quickly to a shining stillness after every shower. The scenery is utterly breathtaking and yet quite untouchable.
We have given everything to be here in this moment and there is nothing to be done with it. It is magnificent only because we have left ourselves behind for a moment.
This perfection was created in a mind by a will and intelligence of a different league. I feel mocked and challenged as if a voice carried on the stillness is saying, ‘You can rest here in this beauty and tranquility but you have been born into time, not eternity and you cannot stay. You must return and make peace with your human mind. This is what life requires of you.’
These sailing and spiritual musings — and many more — are detailed in Dyana’s Anchors in an Open Sea trilogy, beginning with book 1: The Yoga of Sailing.