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<blockquote data-quote="New Leaf" data-source="post: 673379" data-attributes="member: 19522"><p>The uncertainty. It is like crossing the Molokai channel. We leave the tiny harbor of Hale O Lono, and line up at the start of the race, in lapis hue of sparkling ocean. One hundred canoes and their escort boats, pointed in the direction of Oahu, site unseen. Charting a course, according to their coach, depending on the tide, the wind, the conditions. We sit ready to strike off at the sound of the airhorn, each canoe bursting forward with the might of six women paddling in unison. Paddling, reaching, driving our blades deep into the water, bodies working together at full force. The first change is not for 40 minutes, until we clear La'au Point. Escort boats that hung back for safety, now zoom forward to find their crews, and change out 4 weary women, for fresh paddlers, ready to put their efforts in. We are reliant on the coach, and his charted course, the expertise of a salty cragged waterman. There is a point when one can see neither island, that is what the uncertainty feels like. No landmark, only blue sky above, and rolling ocean below. It is an odd feeling, it is the in between where time slows, and determination can ebb, if one is not on task. It is the test, for no landmark appears, and the ocean is vast and seemingly endless.</p><p>We paddle for at least two and 1/2 hours, before the first site of a tiny Oahu, a speck. It is a relief to see it. Pressing ever forward, shielding our eyes from the sun, we gaze, in the distance, the misty, cloud covered mountains.</p><p>The uncertainty still surrounds us. Has our training been sufficient? Will we pass the oceans test of our resolve? Will our paddling sisters persist to the finish, strong and unwavering?</p><p></p><p> The channel race continues on and on. The landmarks of Oahu become recognizable. The first site of Diamond Head, remote, a small beacon, gives courage, but it soon turns to dismay, as the size of it remains small for quite sometime, a reminder of the many miles left to go. We near the shore of the first point of the island. We can see many other crews in the struggle towards the finish line. We set our goal to passing as many as we can. Canoes dot the ocean around us. Will we persevere, as bold and sure as we started? The hours and hours on the ocean have taken their toll on our bodies and minds. Some women are beginning to fade, and we shout words of encouragement to stay the course, to muster up strength from the oceans energy and the depths of our being. We paddle on. We are 45 minutes out from the finish. Canoes head inward, precariously close to the shoreline waves, taking the risk of catching the draft from the back side of the rollers. Freak waves pop up and crews that have misjudged, scramble to escape the quickly crashing curling whitewater.</p><p><img src="http://www.nawahineokekai.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/IMG_85451.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p>The canoe leaps up into the air, and the crew scrambles to correct, muscles, worn and tired from hours of paddling, now sprung into action with the adrenalin of danger, and uncertainty.</p><p> What you are writing of Cedar, is akin to crossing the channel, the feelings are much like the experience of it. Energy flowing, tested by the elements, bolstered by our own courage and that of others.</p><p></p><p>Will we reach the goal? The finish line, to embrace our own potentiality, into our own becoming?</p><p></p><p>Of this, I am certain. With the help of our sisters, we will all cross the finish line, and toast one another to a successful journey.</p><p><img src="http://www.outriggercanoeclubsports.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/1990-NaWahine-Masters.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>leafy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="New Leaf, post: 673379, member: 19522"] The uncertainty. It is like crossing the Molokai channel. We leave the tiny harbor of Hale O Lono, and line up at the start of the race, in lapis hue of sparkling ocean. One hundred canoes and their escort boats, pointed in the direction of Oahu, site unseen. Charting a course, according to their coach, depending on the tide, the wind, the conditions. We sit ready to strike off at the sound of the airhorn, each canoe bursting forward with the might of six women paddling in unison. Paddling, reaching, driving our blades deep into the water, bodies working together at full force. The first change is not for 40 minutes, until we clear La'au Point. Escort boats that hung back for safety, now zoom forward to find their crews, and change out 4 weary women, for fresh paddlers, ready to put their efforts in. We are reliant on the coach, and his charted course, the expertise of a salty cragged waterman. There is a point when one can see neither island, that is what the uncertainty feels like. No landmark, only blue sky above, and rolling ocean below. It is an odd feeling, it is the in between where time slows, and determination can ebb, if one is not on task. It is the test, for no landmark appears, and the ocean is vast and seemingly endless. We paddle for at least two and 1/2 hours, before the first site of a tiny Oahu, a speck. It is a relief to see it. Pressing ever forward, shielding our eyes from the sun, we gaze, in the distance, the misty, cloud covered mountains. The uncertainty still surrounds us. Has our training been sufficient? Will we pass the oceans test of our resolve? Will our paddling sisters persist to the finish, strong and unwavering? The channel race continues on and on. The landmarks of Oahu become recognizable. The first site of Diamond Head, remote, a small beacon, gives courage, but it soon turns to dismay, as the size of it remains small for quite sometime, a reminder of the many miles left to go. We near the shore of the first point of the island. We can see many other crews in the struggle towards the finish line. We set our goal to passing as many as we can. Canoes dot the ocean around us. Will we persevere, as bold and sure as we started? The hours and hours on the ocean have taken their toll on our bodies and minds. Some women are beginning to fade, and we shout words of encouragement to stay the course, to muster up strength from the oceans energy and the depths of our being. We paddle on. We are 45 minutes out from the finish. Canoes head inward, precariously close to the shoreline waves, taking the risk of catching the draft from the back side of the rollers. Freak waves pop up and crews that have misjudged, scramble to escape the quickly crashing curling whitewater. [IMG]http://www.nawahineokekai.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/IMG_85451.jpg[/IMG] The canoe leaps up into the air, and the crew scrambles to correct, muscles, worn and tired from hours of paddling, now sprung into action with the adrenalin of danger, and uncertainty. What you are writing of Cedar, is akin to crossing the channel, the feelings are much like the experience of it. Energy flowing, tested by the elements, bolstered by our own courage and that of others. Will we reach the goal? The finish line, to embrace our own potentiality, into our own becoming? Of this, I am certain. With the help of our sisters, we will all cross the finish line, and toast one another to a successful journey. [IMG]http://www.outriggercanoeclubsports.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/1990-NaWahine-Masters.jpg[/IMG] leafy [/QUOTE]
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