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To: abuelita who wrote (55)	9/21/2000 12:27:05 AM
From: elpolvo	1 Recommendation Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 104197

ok. sing it in any language you want. yes, i was out this weekend. i went alone. the wind was calm when i arrived saturday afternoon but picked up to about 6-7 kts by the time i got the sails up. i put on emmylou's "red dirt girl" that dealie sent me... fantastic lyrics. a softer, steadier wind i've not experienced on that mountain lake this whole year. i set the auto-tiller and stood in the pop-up cabin with my hair in the breeze. at a constant heel of 10 degrees, i tacked back and forth across the lake time after time. i'd listen to an entire cd, and when it ended, only to the boat cutting through the water for a half hour or so before i'd put on another cd. i wanted to synchronize with the breath of god out there - it was a pre-arranged meeting so it wasn't an epiphany when it happened but it was intense bliss. it was like every girl i've ever known was deeply in love with me and the warm breath from their sighs was filling the sails and gliding through my hair pushing me sweetly through the water and sky, except it was stronger than that. my eyes were wet and the geese bimps came alive on my skin. i thought about my death and promised the universe that i would feel exactly like that as i die. i said, "how 'bout right now?" but it wasn't time, i still had beer left. on the last tack, the full moon rose. i took off the auto-tiller and steered the bow straight into it. the lake was full of stars. i pulled up on the tiller and sailed gently upward, over the crest of a swell and out of the water, streaming trails of liquid diamonds from the stern... up, up and around the moon i sailed... and back again. i continued dancing with the heavens for hours until i anchored in a dark caynon where the rio grande flows into the lake. later, another sailboat, "plenary indulgence", arrived in the dark and invited me aboard for food, libations and a midnight sail. greg had brought mary and sally with him. we sailed, celebrated the moon, and laughed through the night in the same steady, soft breeze. it was a beautiful evening of friendship and love shared but given my earlier experience (which i kept to myself), it was post-climactic. thanks for asking. i finished off the roll of film from labor day the next day and took it for developing last night. i forgot to pick up the prints tonight. i'll try to remember to get them tomorrow. red's are the one's you'll want to see though. i think maybe he got one of dealie sitting on the porta-loo <VBG>. love, -polvie