Life is Sailing
A place of life exploration, sailing journeys, and piece of thought
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“Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light…” These words were penned by Francis Scott Key at the end of a battle during the War of 1812 as he gazed toward Fort McHenry near Baltimore. White stars on a blue background, red and white stripes. A little less than one year ago, my…
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I never really liked the song “Everything Is Awesome”. I guess I am just too much of a realist. With the bumps and challenges in life, how can one say “everything is awesome” all the time? This doesn’t mean I live with a negative view of life. I am thankful when things go well, but…
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It was a hot day outside and the beginning of a holiday weekend. Our family needed desperately to get out of our small lodging. Other than going to the pool, what could we do that kept us cool? My husband and I decided to treat our children to a movie theater experience of the live-action…
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She arrived to her new yacht club with knotted anticipation. Always a few nerves sailing with a new crew. One familiar face was guaranteed, “K”, the connection from the most special sailing school community. Per instructions from K, she sat at a table along the stone wall of the porch, aware of the group gathered…
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July 1, 2025 Time escapes me like a smooth marble on a slick wood floor. Each night I have managed these last couple weeks to squeeze in a writing before falling asleep. Hooray for maintaining a habit of writing every day, even if I have not managed to type it up on this website each…
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June 30, 2025 The towers of Greenbury Point. Three stand tall. A reminder of innovations gone by, beacons of welcome today, navigation aids along the Chesapeake Bay and into the Severn River. They are one of the many landmarks of Annapolis, city settled in 1649. Whether viewed from seashore trails below them or from a…
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June 29, 2025 Injured toes need to learn to feel the ground again, to curl toward the earth and feel the sand or slipper or grass. Injured toes want to stay off the ground, to pull away from what hurts. This is necessary for a time. But after a break from pressure, the injured toe,…
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She sat with her brown eyes cast toward the sea, the waves enticing a quick skim across the surface. The faintest breeze teased a wisp of hair from behind her ear. It smelled of summer, hot and humid, a muted sense of rest. Ripple upon ripple. Emotions stirred. She felt it building, this wave of…
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Free to fly, free to sing. A blue and white bird hops and soars, tweets and squawks. She extends her talons, claws she skillfully employs to gather supplies for her nest, catch food, grasp prey, grip landings. Up into the air, around in circles, through the doorways of the trees swoops the stealthy flier. “Cluck,…
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Loud, chaotic, rambunctious, energetic. This is the joy of a child. It’s not quite my choice of environment, this echoey indoor waterpark with smells of not-chlorinated-enough water mixed with … is that an ammonia smell?! Splashing through puddles of standing water with small pieces of trash in the corners from people’s left over fast food…
Life is Sailing 