Sailing yesterday….yes, me. Learning to tack & jibe & listen & pull lines & knots & feel the boat & current & luffing & sea air…..a dance.
Move. On the boat. Nothing is so easy.
Humbled. Like this. Yes.
I honor this place. This place where I can sail. Where I can breathe. Where I can bring gifts to life. I can bring it home. Move. Get to the studio.
Yes. ” I’m a wanderer condemned to land. Rowing, I row a sea of sand always in danger, always begging. I’m missing a foot and have no rigging. Just empty pockets, not even a coat, a powerful oarsman without a boat. Fate’s delivered me, both hands bound, to row this holiest burial ground.”
Yes. Honor your freedom.Honor your gifts.Don’t settle. Move!

