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
I aint promising you tomorrow
Said a the man on a bar stool when I explained
I couldn’t have a gin and coconut juice after two beers