Well, Mental Heeling, that is. My first regatta, my first time witnessing a sailboat crash, and not my last time facing my fear of deep ocean water. The beauty and pace of it all was so distracting, I didn't have time to think about it.
Even though it was quick thinking and movements, once the motor was off it was dead silent except orders being called out patiently, the sails catching wind, and water lapping against the boat.
Through spurts of quick movements and wind changes, I was ready for a fast-paced, but it was all slow-motion. You can only go as fast as the wind takes you, which--that day--wasn't fast at all and left plenty of time to take sunset pictures.
So, maybe we didn't win, but as we looked around, more and more people were dropping out of the race and jumping in the water. So, we did the same and just enjoyed the overflowing pink sky.
After it all, with the wind at our backs, we let down our sheets, set our sights on the sun, and headed home.
We took time to breathe in the salty sea, feel the warm, summer breeze and appreciate that quiet sailing pace and the beauty of it all.