Everyone Asks

Everyone asks when I'll go sail this thing. Everyone asks if I'll go alone. Everyone asks if I know what I'm doing. Everyone tells me what I should do based on their vast  (half vast) knowledge of what I'm about. Everyone asks where I'm going to go. How do I gently tell them that I don't know? I know that they all have my best interests at heart. A friend gave me a book by Tristan Jones. Some laud him as the last great adventurer. I couldn't get into it. My adventures will be a lot tamer than that. I am no longer the starry eyed dreamer. I will give him a book by A. J. Mackinnon.  Read "The Unlikely Voyage of Jack De Crow". Scotty is more my type of adventurer. I know that no one will give a copy of this blog to anyone as an inspiration.. There are very few people (2) that have read this bit of fluff from beginning to end. I am glad for this as fewer people will ask me questions to which I don't know the answer. I do not live for this blog; I just live.

Somehow, though, I keep writing something.  I ended this blog. Maybe it's some misguided obligation to post something.  The tenacity necessary to complete a complicated process , like building a boat is hard to shake. I am revamping the galley right now (smacked by reality).

I think the songs are most important. If you heard just one that moved you to a higher plane, clap one hand. It's quieter. I know that there are people out there that have souls not stirred by music. I can point to a song that sums up a thought much better than I can express it myself.

Oops, I had a couple drinks tonight, ergo the loquaciousness. 

The Music: The Wailin' Jennys" "Bright Morning Stars"

When my morning star rises, I'll go..................brightly!