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Month: December 2016
SWIFTLY out from the friendly lilt of the band,
The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men,
I am drawn nightward; I must turn again
Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand,
There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown 5
The old unquiet ocean. All the shade
Is rife with magic and movement. I stray alone
Here on the edge of silence, half afraid,
Waiting a sign. In the deep heart of me
The sullen waters swell towards the moon, 10
And all my tides set seaward.
From inland
Leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune,
That tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand,
And dies between the seawall and the sea. 15
Hello, my name is: Halle
That’s Halle like, “Halle Berry,” or “Halley’s Comet,” or “Hallelujah” – take your pick. Or call me Hayley; I usually answer to that too.
I am a sailor, an artist, a student, a teacher, a traveler, a foodie, an adventurer-er, a blogger, and if I’m very, very lucky: a diplomat.
Skills & Hidden Talents:
- COOKING: Homemade pizza, midnight pancakes, turkey in a toaster oven.
- ART: I paint, I draw, I sculpt.
- SPORTS: Fencing, archery, martial arts.
- SAILING: Big Boats, Small Boats, and everything in between.(~17 years).
- SCHOOL: BA in Political Science (GO DUCKS) and MS in Project Management.
Twelve Knots: All The Wind I Can Handle
View from the bow of S/Y Argo
Location: Somewhere off the coast of Africa
Twelve Knots = 14 miles per hour.
Twelve knots of wind is my ideal sailing weather. Back when I sailed The Dread Pirate Roberts (a 12ft dinghy called a Laser) twelve knots of wind was the most I could handle while still staying upright. Too much more than that and I would capsize. For me, twelve knots, has become a bit of a mantra for finding the balance between my limits and flying.
Twelve Knots 