That One Thing
With a gentle breeze and a quiet sea, the "Lady Lynne" almost sails herself. There is no hustle and bustle to set line and check trim. A watchful eye and common sense keeps ship and shipmates safe. A quiet time to reflect and commune with the sea. A time of thoughtful introspection and self knowledge. I know who, what and where I am, and why I am there. As the "LL" carries me forward in quiet comfort, I come to appreciate her even more. She talks to me and I listen. She speaks to me of the waves and wind, of what she needs from me and of what I need from her. As ship shape and Bristol Fashion as can be, I know that she can face weather and seas that I would not want to see. Her quiet strength as she gently carries me onward is a balm to self and soul.I love to run close hauled with sheets and stays humming to the the skies the power of the wind. But as all sailors learn, I do not control the wind and waves. When blessed with a fair but gentle breeze, I listen closely for the rest of lesson the sea has to teach me. Patience, tolerance, acceptance and wonder are all offered to me. When even the "Lady Lynne" can go no further, I wait a while and then, reluctantly, start the noisey contraption attatched to my stern and learn even one more lesson. All good things must end.MikeAboard The "Lady Lynne"San Diego, CA