Dry keel, no soul
If my self-worth, satisfaction and success could be measured by the wavelets, rolling swells and the thumping waves that have resonated through ever muscle and bone in my body then I would be considered a billionaire.
Each creature and person’s “Normal” is their normal which has evolved or thrust upon them over the term of their existence, a normality with routine, structure that each and every one relies upon.
For nearly 3 years I have lived with a dry keel and little or no soul, sterilized mentally, physically and emotionally as I have battled with re-integration once again into land society.
It is quite easy to adapt into a new environment if you can see and experience values, integrity and inspiration. When I have returned to land, I often notice quite dramatically the foundations of societies fabric eroding into a flimsy facade with little substance within communities, and such a glaring lack of leadership and direction coming from our political leaders, it leaves me feeling I am just another living corpse in an overcrowded morgue.
Normal life as a sailor for many is far from normal, but it Was my normal. The reality of feeling entirely in touch, magically connected with the world and elements were all consuming and complete. Never were the complexities and logistics a barrier, but purely part of the daily living solution. The solution of being at one with the world, with a purpose, an obligation to everything and everyone we came in contact with, along with objectives and dreams that become our motivation.
As a sailor and person on land, I find it very difficult to be inspired with the same or similar intensity and depth of experience as to what I have experienced on the oceans of the world.
To Sail……….or ?
