Where does one start, rarely at the beginning is my observation. Where is the real beginning of anything, tell me that? True beginnings are hard to put your finger on so my inclination is to jump right in and let momentum carry me along until things sorted themselves out. So here I go:
It was a perfect day. I don’t mean to say that it was a flawless day in any or every way you might think of it but it did contain one perfect moment and that in my book makes a day perfect. It was a day of boat work and boat related meetings. An unusually warm autumn day with a gorgeous blue sky. One of those days that seem to glow with their own light.First I met the rigger on the boat, next the yard manager, then canvas worker in his shoreline loft and finally the steel worker in his shop. It was a pleasure to talk with these marine craftspersons, men who make real things of function & beauty with their own hands and who obviously take pride in their work. In the afternoon I worked on Gypsy with my own hands.
I paused for a moment between tasks, took a conscious breath in and opened myself up to sensation; the first thing that I got was the delicious warmth of the sun on my back. Next was the sensation of Gypsy's incredible buoyancy, a very real and alive sensation of floating, the incredible uplifting potential that she has, something that fees like love. Gypsy is alive as she gently rocks in her birth, patient but definitely ready to go. As I pondered this and took in the joy of buoyancy that was brought on by a moment of broadened awareness a small dark troubling thought crepe into my awareness; the leak. The tiny but relentless and yet to be identified, threat to Gypsy's buoyancy. Like a nagging doubt or an unanswered question, I won't be satisfied till I track it down stop the unwanted flow.
