Over the last few months I have been on an odyssey.
Alone on a boat witnessing the magnificent and the unspeakable.
I’ve had radio contact with the world.
But getting the boat back to shore has been my sole responsibility.
I chose this sea voyage, I wanted to take it and feel proud of myself for making it home again.
On the voyage I have met many incredible women who are navigating their boats with such skill, I’m in awe.
Taking this voyage has been uncomfortable, risky and sometimes has even felt dangerous. So, why did I want to do this?
I thought it might help change something that needs to be changed.
I thought, maybe, that other men would be inspired to get in a boat and join me. Men who really need to step off the safety of shore and experience the world from the perspective of the wild and untamed ocean.
When I was at sea I did my best not to ask the women I saw to take responsibility for me. But I saw them help each other, in a way that I’ve not really been helped by men in my life.
And I realised why it was important for me to get back to shore.
To ask men to help each other have the emotional strength to get in their boats and sail with me.
Last night a small group of men answered my call. That, in their own ways, they have been venturing out into the ocean too.
Now I’ve got more than radio contact, I can see them on the ocean with me and I know, if I need them, they will be on the ship with me, helping us get safely back to shore.
And, for me, when I experienced this, the healing began.
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