Saturday, May 30, 2009

Waiting - dan

I’m standing on the deck of my vessel, looking forward, then to starboard, then aft. The scene is a bit surreal. Off the bow stands a metal shed with a flat roof and corrugated siding. Next to us cars are parked ten feet below. There is no motion, that in itself is very strange for a boat. The only water in close proximity is a puddle that forms occasionally in the parking lot. We are waiting to launch. It a strange time, somewhat akin to the time before birth. Gypsy is waiting to be born again into water, her only natural environment, and I am waiting to be reborn with her. To feel her come alive with the motion of the ocean, to pitch and yaw and dance with the waves.

I’ve been letting go of so much of my life lately it’s starting to feel very thin, perhaps Spartan is a better word for it. Gone are most of the books and things that have defined me. Soon to go are my job and my house. What is left? There is room, space, potential and there is desire for new things; new lands, new waters, new people, even a new me. I can feel my skin loosing and my heart opening. I can feel new energy gathering and moving towards me. Do I dare? Oh yes, I must, this peach is ripe.

Gypsy is on the “launch list” that the marina. Soon…

155 days