Our land life took on form, solidity, routine. We had mastery of a limited set of skills. We had habitual expectations of others and ourselves. Going sailing, we let go of our attachments to our roles, views, and rituals. We persist because we are growing in this shapeless and dynamic world.
Friday, June 25, 2010
All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to.
Ginny Price forwarded your post to us. (We met them in Spanish Wells; they wondered if we knew you since we also own a Hylas---a 44.) This is some story. When we return to the US we always tell everyone they have no idea what a country we live in, your tale tells it all. Hope we meet some day. Lynn and Peter aboard First Edition (svfirstedition.blogspot.com)
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Ginny Price forwarded your post to us. (We met them in Spanish Wells; they wondered if we knew you since we also own a Hylas---a 44.) This is some story. When we return to the US we always tell everyone they have no idea what a country we live in, your tale tells it all.
Hope we meet some day.
Lynn and Peter aboard First Edition
(svfirstedition.blogspot.com)
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