When a motor is shut off and the sails take over ther emerges a timeless connection with everyone who has ever set sail. Leaving the land and resting upon the breathing of the water with the holding embrace of the air sometimes squeezing tighter, one eventually has to let go. And when I look back and see the timeless rocks upon the shore waiting, silently being with their siblings, I know that in my return my stay will only be for a season set in motion the day I was born.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
There is something pure and graceful about a beautiful boat in the water. With a steady wind, and sails set, it is a deep privilege to steer a hull through the waters on an appointed course. To feel ones own body guide the body of the ship is as a dancer in control of one's move with a partner across the floor.