We finally set sail at 4.30am and I was woken a couple of hours later
being hurled out of my bunk with papers and books falling on my head from
the shelf above. I righted myself just in time to catch a bottle of brandy
that was sliding off the desktop. I stood for a while swaying with the
movement and thought, right, this can either be a disaster or a triumph,
it’s up to me.
And immediately Energy
Dancing sprang to mind, the way I found my body moving in unusual
ways as I did when I was dancing. I let the energy flow and felt a rhythm
building that I then found easy to follow to stay upright.
I quickly got dressed and set off to explore the ship, it was beautiful
in the early dawn, deserted, with shadows of islands sailing by.
Breakfast was a challenge with a hundred or so people trying to balance
plates of food and cups of scalding coffee as they made their way to their
tables. By then I had found my feet and was following the sway of the
boat, I was still dancing.
By lunchtime the storm out at sea was raging, with 20 metre waves and
55mph winds, and the captain steered the boat into a small port to sit
it out in safety, we stayed for 8 hours. Most of the route took us quite
close to shore, protected by a chain of small islands but we needed to
go out into the open sea for the next stretch, around a particularly treacherous
point, notoriously dangerous even in relatively calm seas.
This he decided to do just after dinner when the waves had dropped to
about 7 metres. It was going to be rough and we were told to finish dinner
quickly then find somewhere to sit down for about an hour.
I could feel excitement welling up in me as I sat looking out over a
blackness filled with foaming waves and catching glimpses of lights that
disappeared for minutes at a time as the waves swelled up and dropped.
And something I had heard Bruce Springsteen say came to mind when he
was asked if he ever got nervous before going out on stage.
He said, no, never, and went on to describe all the feelings he had which
you or I would connect with being nervous, heart palpitations, dry mouth,
sweating palms, which he read as being the sign that he was hyped up and
ready to perform and that the more he felt them the better he knew that
his performance would be. Brilliant! So that’s how I let all those feelings
go, the more intense the energy I felt swirling inside me the more I knew
I was having fun and enjoying the experience. The energy flowed out of
my hands and the top of my head until I was tingling all over with the
energised end state.
It had worked like a dream and I really did enjoy the turbulent hour
which I later found out had been filled with screaming desperate people
clinging on for dear life with white knuckles and chucking up all over
the place. I almost felt guilty I had enjoyed the experience so much,
almost :)
Now before this trip I just didn’t do cold, in no way, shape or form,
nada, nothing, no thank you. But it was extraordinary, ok, so I had all
the arctic gear, that was only sensible, but even so, to stand on the
top deck in a minus 22 degree arctic wind was, I feel, an achievement.
And not only that but to transcend those feelings of cold and just be
able to suck in the glorious passing snowcapped landscape was a miracle.
The last evening during dinner an announcement was made that the Northern
Lights could be seen off the starboard side. I have never run up 4 flights
of stairs quite so quickly to the outside deck and then stood for a full
5 minutes, or maybe longer, in just a t-shirt and jumper watching the
most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
A magnificent streak of palest green swept across the night sky finishing
with a small flourish. It took my breath away. It was only when someone
came and put a blanket around my shoulders I realized just how cold it
was out there, and dangerous, so I went inside to tog up and came back
out and spent the next three hours marveling at the spectacle long after
others had gone inside.
The Lights were by no means strong, but they were there, that was what
I had come to see and I was thrilled.
I found that forcing my eyes to see only made them fainter so I sat back
inside myself and let them come to me and I was rewarded by huge intense
flashes that lit up whole sides of mountains and rosy pink glows that
nestled between some peaks.
I EmoTranced each one, really let the energy in, through and out and
one particularly beautiful one, a fan shape over the startlingly crisp
constellation of Orion triggered some amazing sounds inside me as the
energy moved through me, like plucking different strings of a harp.
I found it difficult to drag myself away but by 1.30am I didn’t feel
it safe to stay out on an icy deck on my own so reluctantly went in to
warm up and go to bed though sleep was slow in coming, I was so hyped
up, so energized, felt so thankful I had been able to witness such an
event. I finally drifted off in the early hours, breathing in sleep and
breathing out the exhaustion and had the most intense dreams of strange
lands, waking refreshed a few hours later and ready for the long journey
home.
I managed to jump over all my reversals, and there were many, to take
that trip, and I am so glad I did and feel so proud of myself for doing
so!
Well done me and well done EmoTrance for making it such a memorable adventure.
Nicola Quinn
05/02/08
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