Simple.
Subtle.
Sublime.
Quiet.
Reserved.
Sequestered.
Disconnected.
Anchored up, my world is 29 feet by 9.5. Everything else is ‘out there’.
The water passes by, sometimes clear or filled with debris.
Clouds, fog, or sun overhead.
I slow down and watch, and think, and let my mind settle.
Sometimes feet up, sun warming my legs and a drink at hand.
More often a blanket tight against the wind.
No where else have I been able to watch and think and wonder.
Not this clearly.
A school of tens of thousands of small fish swim under the boat, a living pattern of silver.
I breath softly as if they may hear me. A few stragglers and then they are gone.
I smile, now what was I thinking about?
I’ve driven by this spot a hundred times without giving it a second thought.
I’m glad I was given the opportunity to anchor there.
Be aware.
Observe.
Watch the world.
Contemplate the universe.
It takes practice. Don’t give up.
Subtle.
Sublime.
Quiet.
Reserved.
Sequestered.
Disconnected.
Anchored up, my world is 29 feet by 9.5. Everything else is ‘out there’.
The water passes by, sometimes clear or filled with debris.
Clouds, fog, or sun overhead.
I slow down and watch, and think, and let my mind settle.
Sometimes feet up, sun warming my legs and a drink at hand.
More often a blanket tight against the wind.
No where else have I been able to watch and think and wonder.
Not this clearly.
A school of tens of thousands of small fish swim under the boat, a living pattern of silver.
I breath softly as if they may hear me. A few stragglers and then they are gone.
I smile, now what was I thinking about?
I’ve driven by this spot a hundred times without giving it a second thought.
I’m glad I was given the opportunity to anchor there.
Be aware.
Observe.
Watch the world.
Contemplate the universe.
It takes practice. Don’t give up.
RSS Feed
