Needles and pins, needles and pins
Sew me a sail to catch me the wind
Sew me a sail, strong as the gale
Carpenter, bring out your hammers and nails
Hammer and nails, hammer and nails
Build me a boat to go chasing the whales
Chasing the whales, sailing the blue
Find me a captain and sign me a crew
Captain and crew, captain and crew
Take me, oh take me to anywhere new
that is one of my three favourite shel silverstein poems.
we metaphorically set sail many times in our lives. we wave to others from the shore as they do the same. and sometimes we return to dock with our crafts intact and our hair wind-blown and our skin sun-kissed. the journey: pleasurable and perfect. other times, we barely make it back alive, or we don’t make it back at all, and the next place we set sail from is not the once-familiar dock we had pushed away from before.
most days i feel like my boat needs work, the sails are lax and i’m bobbing around with no land in sight. i may be captaining my own craft but the crew has the day off. there are other days when the crew is there and awake and oh-so-helpful. those are the days when the compass is pointed, songs are sung, the sun is bright and the waves are just tiny jostles, adding enjoyment to the journey. the crew leans on one another, uses their combined experience and real ground is covered. those are the good days. the other good days are when the wind is absent and the sails are down and you’re laying on board with your book and you’re happy. for no real reason at all. those days don’t necessarily mean that you’re on your way back to a safe harbour, but they give you the space to see the water and understand the calm.
A ship is safe in harbour but that’s not what ships are for. — William Shedd
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