I leave my dock in my boat that I fervently hope will float past its maiden voyage. She has a range of 3500 nautical and I wonder if I will live to see the end of this my voyage around the circumference of mother earth. What beauties will I see, what strangeness will occupy my mind, will I become one with the sky or drown in the ocean so deep, my boat becoming a part and parcel of old mom ocean. She would make a great fishbowl, a place for many species of fish to enjoy their lives, but for now she is my fishbowl. I live on her and through her I eek out a meager living with the write. I write and will write and have written about my travels, my observations, my happiness’, and my depressing sorrows, all the while my boat is my savior, my companion, my friend in time of need. She is but 40 feet from windless to stern swim platform, and we have a ribbed raft with an outboard motor, though I see no reason to use it so far…
We sail with the tide from tedium to wherever it is we do end up! Rufuz, my dog at my side, my first mate he is, and my navigator and chief cook and bottle washer, though the dishes I wash as I like my food with as little hair as possible. Wish do we, that our sail could take us away from this world, to new worlds traveling amongst the stars, instead of just observing them from our tiny blue planet. The vastness of the universe
spread out above us to enjoy and to marvel at is just part of the wonder of our voyage to freedom. To be untied from a dock, from a life on land,
from the daily motions of the civilized world. Not to have to bathe, nor eat at a certain time, to live life as Peter Pan intended it. Not to grow up, to continue on through time ad infinitum, to not so boldly go where many a man has already tread. Our sea legs we have acquired, only Rufuz is a bit shaky, but he will come around, once he does see where we are eventually bound…
If we live through this voyage we will surely be saved as we are here at this time to find who we are and hopefully revel in that finding. Are any of us ready for a long voyage through life and love and sex and thought?
Can any of us readily accept that our voyage will be one of eventual death not knowing of our deaths time, but when it does come will we be able to accept it, knowing that our life was just that. A life worth living, a life where we did all that we set out to do. A life worth saving, is that too much to ask, or too little for that matter?
I keep telling my friends now that Tom is dead I have to live it up and do what I want to do cause life is just too short. Never know when that time will come. So we all do go to Bingo, and going to Casino tomorrow night. Will have a grand time, ladies night out. It is a wonder we don't get thrown out we are so noisy. Tom and I always did not go on schedules and did what we wanted to and had no set time for anything. Life is easier for me that way now too.
Ed, I love your love affair with your boat. And I hazard a guess
that yours is in fact a life worth living. I look forward to future installments as you and your boat set out to sea. Gene.
I enjoyed the write. Did you really start the trip.. Would like to read a 2nd chapter. As for the last paragraph. We all know we are going to die , but when confronted with the reality of it and knowing what we are dying from, life becomes more precious, time more valuable....M
I would like to find Peter Pan and challenge him to a debate. I think there is a lot to be said for growing up. After all, I spent so many years wanting to do it so badly. Don't mind me though. I like your lifestyle and your style.
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