I'm up still. I just can't sleep, and I have to take one of my daughters to a Dr's appt tomorrow (well THIS) morning.
But I just found my old account,
ImaSailorGirl, hehehe... Found a poem I wrote while I was living aboard:
Diesel Covered Daydreams
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Delusional, diesel smelling, and soot covered moment. Wondering why. Landlocked cabin fever taking hold. The ocean, I can hear her, though she is distant; more then a day away. Brown sludge they call water murking up my mind. Cold winds whipping around the mast, creeping into my spine sending me shivers. I close my eyes and allow my mind to wander: Key West, Virgin Islands, Mexico. Warm tropical sun and blue water. Sailing off into the sunset for a crystalline star filled night. But not yet... in the fall. Again why? I remind myself I chose this. To visit, to plan, to prepare. In a year I will be south. Ode to see the north star and the southern cross again. Patience, only a year. What will I remember from this year? Diesel covered hands? the cold? The piercings? What is it that will stand out in my mind? The work that I did here? Or just that I did it? I came here, I made the best of all and I moved on? I will remember the best of it. Everything else just makes an interesting story and in a year that's all it will be.
Divinity
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I am, as are all things in this universe, divine. As
divinity, I am entitled to rearrange the universe to
suit me. The universe is willing to rearrange, for as
I am the universe, the universe is me. I change to
suit MYSELF.
Old pictures
I used to have so much fun doing "thought of the day" asking people questions to answer on my blog and a "Q&A section on my blog... LOL Maybe I'll start doing some of it again...
~ So I read the whole sailblog. So did you ever hear of the book "The Boat That Wouldn't Float" by Farley Mowat... The one September entry was very suprising and sad. What led up to that, what was the last straw, and where were you? And then how did you sell the boat?