Can you imagine what it is like to cross the vast ocean? For weeks you see nothing but the horizon, perfect and empty. You live in the grip of fear; fear of storms, fear of sickness on board, fear of the immensity.

So u drive that fear down deep into your belly, Study your charts, watch your compass and pray for a calm fair wind, and HOPE, that pure, naked and fragile HOPE.

At first it’s no more than a haze on the horizon, So you watch...Then it’s a smudge, a shadow on the far water, for a day, for another day. The stain slowly spreads along the horizon taking form until the third day, you let yourself believe. You dare to whisper the word- LAND, life! Resurrection, the true adventure coming out of the vast unknown, out of the immensity, into new life, into the new World.

Hope...Hope..