Showing posts with label sailing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sailing. Show all posts

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sail Away (#2)

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.  
~Mark Twain 
 
It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. 
~ Madeleine L'Engle
Down to the beach where the slow waves thunder -
The green curls over and the white falls under -
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the sun-bright sand....
And there I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea,
There's nobody else in the world and the world was made for me. 
~A A Milne

What does sailing and the ocean have to do with the letter Q?  you ask.  Why Q stands for quotes, of course, of which there are 3!  Cold and snow and ice prevail in my world at present.  I am ready to dream and explore somewhere warm.  I'm ready to remove the props and discover rock. I'm ready to sail from the safe harbor and perceive how the world was made for for me.
This is a fun weekly meme, under the direction of Jenny Matlock.  This week, our letter is "Q."  Have some fun and come join HERE.  This is a great way to exercise your creative muscles AND you will be amazed at all the bloggy goodness to be found! 


 photos © by 2007 and 2008  all St. Maarten, NA

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sail Away (#1)

Cupecoy Beach in Sint Maarten, Netherland Antilles 
I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
 
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
 
~John Masefield
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photo by me © 2010