On Nana and Poppy’s boat, watching as we leave the harbor. This is the same boat where, last year, they danced before the hurricane. Those paying close attention will note that we were clearly under motor as the jib is still rolled. On the way back it was blowing hard and we most certainly sailed. Just another reminder that the wind that blows us around can shift enormously in a moment.
Just like the ‘Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ our journey through life
is full of relationships and experiences that shape our
concepts of the world. And it is these experiences
give us the insights to understand our own existence. Grace and Whit
have been provided with some fabulous experiences
that will see them being able to reflect insightfully about their world with an existential understanding.
And when the wind I too weak or not cooperative, a motor is a wonderful thing to have.
I miss sailing with my Pop.
Sailing has got to be my very favorite metaphor for life. Look at these two, heading straight out…
And the wind is certainly shifting here…
Thanks, Lindsey. XOXO
I am the child of serious sailors and thus grew up steeped in that metaphor!