BEACHING THE BOAT….
Beaching my boat…..
It came to me several bed-times ago. It was a blazing, full on coloured, screaming in the night…..nightmare.
I had lost my way. Essentially, I was lost and fighting my way back to being found.
There are some events in life we can attempt to control. Conscience. Controlled. Choices.
Which ice cream to buy: light, churned, no fat-no-taste OR get out the churn and help me herd the cows into the milking parlour. So-help-me I won’t tell if you won’t.
Knickers today. Or, NOT. Again…I won’t tell if you don’t.
Turn right. Turn left.
Stand still or stand in the middle.
In other words and worlds…small, uneventful choices made everyday with little thought, academic concern, or magnanimous care. Daily life caught up in the waves but with oars in the water.
Then there is the other stuff…the major stuff.
Stuff that is going to count…or be counted…or needs to be counted.
Major stuff that could possibly swamp the boat if more care isn’t taken to keep the oars moving, the horizon in sight, and safe harbours sussed out should the need arise.
With My Reader’s help…I’m beaching my boat for a while in a safe harbour. Seems to be a good time to lay in the sand and look at cloud formations….
…and rearrange the barnacles that have been ignored.
The oar slips need repair and a paint job is in order. Might take a while.
My Reader wants to know when I’ll be back.
In good time.
I know this is my response to one of your old posts, and -due the circumstances- possibly pointless, but, to reach a port we must set sail. Sail, not tie at anchor. Sail, not drift. On these days you could make out that ship at a great distance by the multi-colored grotesque riot going on abaft her mizzen-mast. We look forward to sailing with you soon and again.
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Thank you for your comment. I looked at the date I wrote that…almost a year ago. Can’t imagine what I was whinging about then…but apparently it was something that was needing attention. All is well now…boat back in the water…not all smooth sailing everyday…but hey….the view is great from both sides, back and front of my little boat!! Again, Sr. D…for hanging in there with me……she said smiling.
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And when you smile when you are alone, then you really mean it. Nothing shakes the smiling heart, I think … smiling…
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I like that: “Nothing shakes the smiling heart….” may I use it?
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I don’t believe in private property 🙂
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That’s a yes…and I’ll take it!!!
Thank you.
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My pleasure
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Hope all is well in your world, and that you are blessed with a most relaxing, peaceful break. Well deserved, my dear. I’ll look forward to your return…and your lovely jots, too 🙂
anne
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Thank you Anne. I continue to pop-in and read my very favourites…yours included!! All is well. Thank you very much for your kind words.
Raye
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Sometimes, barnacles MUST be rearranged…
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I hope everything is ok. Have a good break and don’t hurry back! All will be well.
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I love me a good nautical metaphor. And knickers. Who doesn’t love knickers. Or the absence thereof? hehehe
we’ll think fond thoughts of you while you’re gone, Jots. We’ll be here when you get back.
And we can always be reached if you need us…
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Be back soon, R. Bessie will keep making milk and I will be here when your boat’s good and ready to take a spin around the harbor.
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Enjoy a nice quiet break. 🙂
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Ice Cream, I’ll help herd. Knickers, leave to your imagination. Barnacles, if you need help….
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Ice Cream…my ultimate downfall!
Herding cows…been there. Already done that.
Knickers…maybe. Maybe not.
Barnacle scraping…bring your own tools.
The porch light is on.
So is the coffee pot…
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Coffee, ice cream, and a good barnacle scraping always helps clear the cobwebs and distraction. If you need to talk, let me know.
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