We stay at a marina for stormy days like today, a safe place to tuck in from the winter weather. The rain and wind provide a constant background noise, comforting when you stop to listen. Our day is spent talking and touching, staying warm while planning and dreaming of things to come.
If you’ve never lived on a boat, you may not understand. After hours and hours of rough water, days of calm seas, and anchorages both good and bad, you come to trust the little house, and know where the limits are. When you find a peaceful anchorage, where the winds are lite and the anchor holds fast, you relax in a way few people understand.
If you’ve never lived on a boat, you may not understand. After hours and hours of rough water, days of calm seas, and anchorages both good and bad, you come to trust the little house, and know where the limits are. When you find a peaceful anchorage, where the winds are lite and the anchor holds fast, you relax in a way few people understand.
Even on the dock, with a storm howling, you can ease down and smile because her lines are snug, and there is little danger the world will interrupt that wonderful, safe feeling of a well tended boat. Every sound tells of wind and wave, line and pumps, and you know them when right or wrong. You’re having a dialog with the world around you, the world you’ve chosen to live in.
And while warm and safe and dry, you are always reminded how close to the elements you are living. Water, earth, life. The distracting details that were important, sometime in the past, now ease away with each day. You think of writing, or painting or learning new things now that your attention is your own again.
And while warm and safe and dry, you are always reminded how close to the elements you are living. Water, earth, life. The distracting details that were important, sometime in the past, now ease away with each day. You think of writing, or painting or learning new things now that your attention is your own again.
This week we head to Oregon, over land, without our home. We’ll reconnect with friends and visit relatives. I’m looking forward to the long drive south from Anacortes, down the middle of Washington and Oregon, then turning west to head up over the coastal mountains and down to the Pacific Ocean.
Odyssey will be waiting for us, and in several weeks we'll return to her, to love and learn and create, to dream of things to come.
Besides, as soon as we get back, I’ve been promised a German Chocolate birthday cake…
Odyssey will be waiting for us, and in several weeks we'll return to her, to love and learn and create, to dream of things to come.
Besides, as soon as we get back, I’ve been promised a German Chocolate birthday cake…
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