Life is Sailing

A place of life exploration, sailing journeys, and piece of thought

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  • I snuck into the back of the darkened sanctuary. My children and I were visiting a new Bible study, familiar in style but new location. We had walked through the crying infant and toddler drop-off locations. “I don’t like it here,” said my youngest in response to all of the noise. He seemed to have…

  • I try to find activities for myself and my children, sometimes informal sports gatherings or social get togethers. I think I have great ideas. I do my research. I plan it into our day. Then when I or we arrive, no one is there. It happens to be the one day that everyone was sick……

  • (written Friday, August 29, 2025) The glassy surface of the soundReflects the muted sky.Tiny ripples sneak across smooth serenity.Color of sky and water merged as one.Soft bluesand graysand pinks.Glass.

  • (Thursday, August 28, 2025) If there is one recommendation I could give to our stressed-out culture, it would be “Get thee to the waterside.” The gentle breeze in the water.The tall pines with falcons and various water fowl.Tiny fish swimming in schoolsA 2-inch fish stand-off and fight.Fish jumping for joy.Noticing the tire tracks in the…

  • (written Wednesday, August 26, 2025) Today is my first day back to writing in the mornings. Too many late night musings. The book Atomic Habits by James Clear emphasizes the significance of tiny changes to habits. Making time for writing the morning is my tiny change for life. What is yours?

  • (written Tuesday, August 26, 2025) This may sound silly to some, but I just learned that fish don’t just jump when they are being chased. Among other reasons, fish sometimes jump for play! So as I sit watching the peaceful water, I see a huge fish jump. And then another. I think they are jumping…

  • (written Monday, August 25, 2025) Setting: a hospital in Maryland. I was given a gown and told to leave all my belongings (purse, rings, jewelry) in an open box that would be watched in an empty room. After being asked if I needed anesthesia (which I declined), I was taken to the MRI room, a…

  • (written Sunday, August 24, 2025) A rhythmA patternPredictable ways.We search for stability,Security, sense of belonging.Here’s to a return of routines and order in life.

  • (written Saturday, August 23, 2025) Playing the piano is one of the first things I enjoy doing after we return from a trip. It is not usually the first thing I do. Considering children and luggage, a lot happens before I am able to sit and tickle the ivory. However when the activity slows down…

  • (written Friday, August 22, 2025) Sixteen yearsFlew by so fastWe kept in touchVia Christmas cardsBut how does one truly knowLife events that bring joy and painWhen one is not witness of such things?And yet with one sweet four-hour gatheringIt seemed the years were but days.Sisters in Christ,United through faithWe shared from our heartsPast joys and…