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For Dad
For Dad : The ship set sail from the harbour. The Captain knew that it was time to leave. The ship had been docked for a while…preparations were made and the Captain felt within her very bones that the time had come to get going. Indeed, she couldn’t wait any longer, for on land…static in effect…she felt listless a horrible prickled heat filled her body, she felt dissatisfied and had an internal longing that just wouldn’t rest…
She had to move forward, move on…flow.
Did she know exactly where the journey would take her?
No.
Did she know exactly what she would encounter along the way?
No.
She just ‘knew’ that there were new shores to be discovered and explored and had a dream to embrace the journey, to be at one with the sea and the wind, and to see where the journey would lead her.
Sure she had a rough plan. She had charts and ways of measuring the wind so that she could set the course of the ship. She understood how to set the sails so that she could direct the ship as best she could in order to move forward to a ’destination’ rather than go round in circles, or get lost upon the Ocean. But she also was prepared to be directed by the elements…to work ‘with’ the Wind and the Ocean rather than to fight against them. She was wise and understood that if she were to try and resist the force of the ‘flow’ of the elements, the ship would in all likely hood be torn apart by the pressure of the waves and the wind.
…And so the ship set sail… and encountered many adventures…
Some of the adventures had the Captain laughing with delight…they were full of love and light…Some were on land when she anchored and explored a new island… the ship resting calm in a beautiful bay…some were on the Sea itself…when the Captain would stand at the helm with her hair wild, flying in the wind…with the spray from the waves casting rainbows all around…
And some of the adventures were dark and frightening…the Captain full of fear as stormy waves crashed over the boat seeming to toy with it… The captain felt totally powerless in these instances…she just had to ride out the storm… stay afloat and ‘know’ that it wouldn’t last indefinitely… at some point the storm would cease… occasionally the captain got sick and would have to anchor the boat and rest, seek support and help from the islanders to help her recover…
Did she ever doubt her abilities?
Sure she did.
But did she ever ‘quit?’
No.
And when her journey was finally over…she looked back through the journal of her adventures and smiled. She felt contented… it had been an amazing experience…true enough full of ‘highs’ and ‘lows’…just like the waves themselves…but she was so grateful that she had followed that inner calling and set sail from the harbour so long ago… so grateful for the experiences, the wisdom gained and for who she had become in the process of the journey itself…
Namaste
Enjoy your journey X