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There are moments in a life when impulse supersedes reason. It is in these moments that our lives gain meaning and definition. It is the paths we choose, not those we reject, that chart the course our time on this world must take. Regret not the choices left behind; revel in the passion inspired by the choices made.

I was naturally drawn to water. Swimming was a youthful passion that persisted into adult years. Streams, rivers, lakes and ocean shorelines dominated my visual perspective. I sold my sea kayak a year before, for reasons that defined a waning interest, available time and life’s logistics. I did manage to pursue several sailing courses over the next two years . First a basic sailing program that filled four fall weekends, next an extended weekend cruising course with my wife. And then, we devoted a week in Annapolis, Maryland to a competitive racing course that we survived with the scrapes and bruises usually worn as a badge of honor by those twenty years our junior. Helene came home content, I returned home transformed. There was an unconscious itching in my soul; a restless, yet calm energy rising within my thoughts. I needed to open new doors, in pursuit of something still ill defined.

Labor Day week in Newport, Rhode Island was predictably enjoyable as in many seasons past. Renewed friendships, familiar restaurants, pleasant walks along the shoreline were expectations of our annual New England week of rest. On Tuesday morning a shaft of sunlight streamed through the half moon window in the loft and straight into my unconsciousness. I awoke, compelled for some reason unknown, to seek out a man I encountered several years earlier. “I need to go to Portsmouth” was my morning greeting to Helene. With no further explanation, we shared a quick breakfast and made the thirty minute drive north. Arriving at the East Passage Marina, we walked down the ramp to the rows of docks. There, on dock seven, as if awaiting my arrival, stood Garry; ball cap, Lands End jacket, jeans and boat shoes, with wisps of gray hair and a well tanned and age sculptured smile. “You’ve been here before” said Garry in a matter of fact manner. He already knew why I came. “The twenty-eights are down this way, only have two available.” Four hours later, we had been to the factory to see her in production, met Garry’s wife Donna, and chose the options, colors and extras. Without any hesitation, Helene and I had contracted for a spring delivery. We had just purchased a sailboat. This journey has begun.

Cradled

Seasons

It is a journey of discovery. Its purpose is the journey.

Free of the restraints of land I come to this vessel in celebration. Launched upon an open sea as if renewing a rite of birth, this boat shall define the path upon which meaning will be branded upon existence. Life is to do, to experience and impact upon, to be at one with self as an expression of the interaction of ego and the physical universe. To act and be acted upon by other living souls and give credence to ones brief time upon this stage.