Holding my
Breath
I
hadn’t known I’d been
holding
my breath –
until
we got out on the water.
A
long weekend on land
with
the boat in the yard.
Three
days of hot chores
cleaning
the bottom.
Three
nights of being guests
in
our friends’ most gracious home.
A
month of waiting for repairs
to
be scheduled and completed.
A
last frantic moment at launch
when
one engine wouldn’t start.
We
put up sails
to
head across the channel
in
easy winds and sunshine,
and
I could feel the air fill my lungs
as
solid and restoring
as
the breeze in my face.
I
sat with Dave at the helm --
just
grateful
to
be sailing again,
to
be home in our own space,
to
be free of the worry of a damaged boat,
to
find the floor once again rocking
gently under our feet.
In
a land of “island time”
a
million details had to come together
to
get it all done.
I
am amazed.
And
I am breathing again.
tuesday, 5
april
easter 2016
Great Harbour, Peter Island
Lovely. Can feel it!
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