Sky herd's

 

Sky herd's forever

Lordy dordy, my eyes, my mind cannot, but want to absorb and just maybe understand the sky herd's roaming side by side.

The sky herd's form and roam in so many breads and sizes, yet they all can be recognised with a careful eye.

The herd's graze quite differently with each seasons changing winds and conditions, they play, they sleep and make silly games with each other. Yet the winds, sun and waters are their masters and shepherd.

Like swarms and flocks of birds they know when to cling and protect, strength in numbers as adverse enemies and conditions prevail.

Changing infinitesimally every millisecond they are the sky creatures that chameleons mimic.

They flee, they fight, they push for dominance until they yield to greater dominant forces within the sky pastures.

Sky herd's never feed, never drink yet they exist as one of earth's most undervalued creatures that brings colour, life and personality to each and every day.

Long live our sky herd's, clouds.

Dry keel, no soul

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 ?

 

In my father's eyes

Dear Father, on your 86th birthday I wish you the world.

"In my father's eyes"

In my father's eyes I grew into a man

In my father's eyes he saw himself multiply

In my father's eyes we stretched the imagination of possible

I sit, his hands in mine, and I see myself in my father's eyes

With all my love, Stephen

February 9th 2019

Wealth

Wealth

I don't want wealth, I want a wealth of knowledge and experience to help me to be wise.

Stephen

The Plan

The Plan

They say that not having plan is a bad plan.

A man without a plan, is a man without direction and purpose, this could be a dangerous plan.

Having a plan, but not doing the plan, is bad, but could be good, especially if the plan is bad.

The plan is working, some adjustments along the way, now this is sounding a bit more positive, a positive plan.

To plan a plan is important, step 1, 2 and 3, but don't let the planning for the plan become an plan in itself.

The plan could be simple, but it could be quite grand, but the plan must be able to be viewed from the start all the way right though.

So let's make positive plans, the bad one's can be screwed, I love tackling interesting one's and seeing them all the way through.

Stephen

Friendship

My sympathetic ears sense your feeling and mood

Words are not always needed when we share space and time

Acceptance of each other's differences and opinions is healthy

The joy of sharing the days and time are a blessing

With strength we can calm each other's wild storms

Adjust the path of life that we have been wandering off

To say no is what friends can say with firmness and peace

Laugh oh so hard that our bones ache, and the tears drip

Without the complication of sex we live and speak with ease

Willing and wishing the best for both, may our friendship always keep

Stephen