So fantastic it is to be sailing at night. I have had several night watches now, and to sail the magical cover of the sea through the stars sometimes feels like being on our way to Neverland. Yeah, you can almost hear the mermaids frothy song, and I am humming along the song we used to sing at the parades back home. “From the salt of the sea the life were given, from the sea comes everything, from the sea we were given life.” Maybe it’s just my inner mermaid singing.

I feel as one with the universe, when I am steering with a peak at the compass heading, but mostly steering after the moon and the stars. And I am imagining, that after the third shooting star we turn hard to starboard and take off to our own Neverland right here on Oceans of Hope; here we’re the voyage itself, the sail in the midst of mermaids and shooting stars, is more important than where we are going. To sail is to live I hear H.C. Andersen whisper – slightly altered - in my ear. And here by the steering wheel his ugly duckling is turning to the white swan, appearing so calm and clarified, even though it’s paddling away just under the surface – just as we all do here in life, and especially those of us who live with sclerosis.

Now we are heading for the sun, toward the tropical nights and more adventures, but here tonight I hope for the journey to last longer, that our ocean of hope will stretch around the world, and that we all catch something good to bring back home. And as the hours go by I am imagining that we as mothers of the sea are catching friendships, courage, adventures, and possibilities to take with us back home. And when the hardship kicks in, we will comb our hair like the Eskimo mother, when she is releasing the catch of seals and fish from her hair to be caught by the fishers; just alike, we will smile by the thought of the memories and proceed to keep catching oceans of hope and courage.

The silence except for the sound of the waves is somehow purifying, you get cleansed in from the myriad of thoughts in your mind. Yeah, the nights at sea really are magical, suitable for adventure, fantasies and pocket philosophy J

Danish Translation:

Hvor fantastisk at gå for sejl om natten, jeg har haft flere nattevagter nu, og det at sejle på havets magiske tæppe på vej gennem stjernerne føles undertiden som at være på vej mod Neverland. Ja, man kan næsten høre havfruernes skummende sang ,og jeg nynner med på nordsøaktionssangen :” Af havenes salt blev livsformer givet, af havet kom alt, af hav fik vi livet”. måske er det min egen indre havfrue, der synger.

Jeg føler mig som et med universet, når jeg styrer med et enkelt blik på loggen, men især ser jeg efter månen og stjernerne.

Og jeg leger, at vi efter det 3 stjerneskud holder hårdt til styrbord og letter op mod vores eget Neverland lige her på Oceans of hope, her hvor selve rejsen , sejladsen mellem havfruer og stjerner er vigtigere, end hvor vi skal hen. At sejle er at leve, hører jeg H.C Andersen (let omskrevet) hviske i mit øre, og her ved roret bliver hans grimme ælling til den hvide svane som ser så rolig og afklaret ud, men under overfladen padler den- lige som alle vi, der er undervejs i livet-  som bare pokker, det ved mange og alle der har sclerose især.

Nu har vi kurs mod solen, det går mod tropenætter og flere eventyr, men her i nat håber jeg, at rejsen varer længe, at vore ocean af håb strækker sig jorden rundt, at vi alle fanger noget godt med hjem. Og medens timerne går, forestiller jeg mig, at vi som havets moder får fangster af venskab, af mod, af eventyr, af muligheder med os hjem. Og når modgang sætter ind, vil vi kæmme vores hår og ligesom Eskimoernes havmoder vil fangsten blive frisat, når hun kæmmer håret, og vi vil kunne smile ved minderne og fange oceaner af håb og mod igen.

Den stilhed udover bølgernes lyde er helsende på en eller anden måde , man  bliver clean/ renset for mylderet i ens tankesæt. 

Ja nætter på havet er magiske, egnet til eventyr, fantasier og lommefilosofi :-)