Sitting at home right now, I am filled with memories of voyages aboard her, and all the adventures my family has shared over the years. What precious reflections!
Amy and I have heard the Call.
The Call is when we know in our bones that it is high time we get aboard and let the boat carry us millions of miles away to a place of deep difference. We have nothing really to escape from. Our wonderful lives are indeed wonderful. It is a recognition of profound and needed difference, nevertheless.
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| Doesn't matter where, when. Only that it was. And is. |
We don't have to be unhappy with one thing to need another. And I don't mean a shallow need that is the bane of all people. I mean that we are complex creatures, and that the reasonable life we live can still leave holes where we need filling.
We recognize that we need the intense family time, to pull us together in a non-digital, non-busy way. We recognize a need for wilderness and natural beauty, beyond that which surrounds us on lovely little domesticated Bainbridge Island. We recognize a need for an exposure to risk, to a purposeful life with actual hazards, to a life closer to the edge of real existence. All these things and more compel us to get aboard Aeolus and cast off.
How strange it is that a sailboat became the affair of my lifetime over 10 years ago. None could have ever guessed.
Tomorrow I will be doing several projects that may justify some posting here. Polishing the stone, polishing the stone.
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