Sails have caught the wind. Horizons rise and set. Hammocks swung to and fro in rough seas, but legs still toss me cross the deck to navigate the next scene. I just don’t have a galley.
Love this! I want eventually to achieve acceptance and happiness in navigating no farther than the galley. But, I still want to always sail the winds of life, even if I can’t any more 😱
We have a friend, "Joe" who lives on his sailboat but he has turned in trimming the sails for flipping burgers at the local yacht club. He still talks all things nautical with everyone, but the galley has become his home. He's a good man.
50 years of my free life is restricted by other people.... must be like family taking away the car keys. Struggling with that. Never was a sailor. Pilot yes, Trucker yes. Those days are done. Edges of the world are getting closer. Someone else will inherit the car chosen for me. Its the wrong car for me, but gets me to town. I'll just have to rent the "right one" when I need it for a weekend. ))) So not furling the sails just yet.
I am way too young to be able to relate to this, but I do.
Love this Sharron!
I am old enough to relate.
Navigating to the galley now.
Creak creak.
This reminded me of my dad after he retired from being an electrician. He could stay in bed on those cold wintry days.
Sails have caught the wind. Horizons rise and set. Hammocks swung to and fro in rough seas, but legs still toss me cross the deck to navigate the next scene. I just don’t have a galley.
Love this! I want eventually to achieve acceptance and happiness in navigating no farther than the galley. But, I still want to always sail the winds of life, even if I can’t any more 😱
Well done, Sharron. As a worn and wobbly sailor myself, I can relate.
Such relatable and reflective words, Sharron. Thank you!
We have a friend, "Joe" who lives on his sailboat but he has turned in trimming the sails for flipping burgers at the local yacht club. He still talks all things nautical with everyone, but the galley has become his home. He's a good man.
50 years of my free life is restricted by other people.... must be like family taking away the car keys. Struggling with that. Never was a sailor. Pilot yes, Trucker yes. Those days are done. Edges of the world are getting closer. Someone else will inherit the car chosen for me. Its the wrong car for me, but gets me to town. I'll just have to rent the "right one" when I need it for a weekend. ))) So not furling the sails just yet.
I love the mariner’s jargon in this. Is that from research, experience, or just from living close to the sea?
Good description. I can see an old sailor who lives near us feeling this way, for sure...
That is the way of things - it seems.
I love this story and your word choice throughout. What a perfect metaphor for our lives!