we went sailing last weekend! it was an unexpected and welcome invitation. our friend and captain is sri lankan (“the pearl of the orient”; his beautiful sailboat is named pearl), so we slipped into island time together. most of us need more of that; i know i do.
walking along the docks in the marina, i found seapeace. she made me dream of leather-faced sailors with craggy laugh lines around their eyes. i started to breathe easier than i have in awhile, before we even left our port.
(you will just have to trust me on that one.)& then came the setting sun and the black strap dark & stormys, in celebration of so many things. a celebration of love and friendship, and the slowing of time, and of exploration and possibility. there was a late-night potluck of home-smoked meats & homegrown salads & fresh bread & fruit. we watched the big, almost-full moon rise. there was so much quietness and so much talking– kind words, mostly. and the whole while, being there with those people i love, steeped in sun and wind and moon and gratitude, i knew that i’d remember it forever. i am certain i will.