Well the bits keep arriving and all I seem to be able to do is plan for the summer and keep asking various people if the jpbs they're doing are done yet. All in all I feel like a small child in the back seat saying "are we there yet" constantly. I keep reading the mags and have got back into the gym but at some point I want to stop preparing and go sailing.
If I close my eyes I can feel the night chill and the rythym of the boat or feel the warm sun on my bare feet and the wind at my back. Anyway the business of earning the money to fund these dreams continues and Finn (my 5 year old) keeps drawing boats for Daddy. I may have to resort to a bit of diving to get some water back into my life but for now I guess its the sailing mags for me.
I have even had time to catch up on some poetry writing and will say Happy Christmas and leave you with one of my recent efforts.
"Purpose"
Night has come and waves fluoresce
And dance and jump as if to play
And push as she slips on and straight
With purpose, dignity and truth
An easy groove is what we want
As time is eaten, miles devoured
As dawn breathes warmth on frigid bones
And bacon sizzles in the pan
It’s simple here, no bleating voice
Disturbs the rhythm nature drums
And has since life and light was breathed
Across my belovéd sea
And I will teach my son to breathe
To sniff at freedom’s salty breath
And set his compass for the sun and moon
To steer towards the stars
