Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

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Visit to Chub Chapel

Visit to Chub Chapel

The morning after our being towed into the marina Lainie needed to get off Mystique and get on dry, solid land. She suggested a walk to the beach and to a nearby chapel. Because of all our sailing ordeals the previous week, I suggested we visit the chapel first.

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 On the chapel's right side front wall.  Spiritual symbolism of three stones

On the chapel's right side front wall. Spiritual symbolism of three stones

As I tried the double door, it did not budge. Locked! Then my second attempt opened the right side. As we entered, our eyes immediately noticed the front wall mural. Five pews deep from the entrance and astride a centered podium, the painting depicted a islander boy wearing native garb while offering those facing him beach-side a straw basket of bread and fish. While on the right wall a lush palm-tree-island in the distance within three brownish stones lay half-sunk in the beach foreground. The scene immediately felt tranquil and welcoming - much like the Bahamas does to visitors when they first enter its waters.

The idyllic depiction suggests a generous native people offering sustenance to all visitors who come to their paradise. The lure of peaceful simplicity. The multi-colored sea, as simple sailing beached craft, the lure of palms, a peaceful, friendly and generous people offering what they have caught and created. The various symbolisms of three beach stones in the foreground of a tropical tranquility did not escape my notice.  Washed ashore? two large, one small - a family of rock?  Beached, rounded stones brought up shore and exposed by the sea - no jagged coral or sea side shells. Hum, did make my mind wander. 

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Staring at this wall art, we sat on the front row pew in silence for a few minutes. Then I noticed a nearby hymnal on the bench, randomly opened it and read the three verses aloud. Tears and sobs followed my words. I looked over to Lainie. Both of us were crying. Then eyeing a Bible at the end of the pew, I randomly opened it as well and read another poignant passage. The words in both resounded relevance to our last few stress-filled days. We hugged and acknowledged our feelings. Our sailing adventures had brought us to a sanctuary...to a place where we could rest, recoup, recover, release and restore our energies. The traumatic events of the last few days was over; we had endured the struggle and were now both thankful for having landed safely ashore.

 The hymnal verses spoke to us. The words fit as if they were written for our arrival.

The hymnal verses spoke to us. The words fit as if they were written for our arrival.

 On the podium stand lecturn, I found these fitting words left from some past sermon.

On the podium stand lecturn, I found these fitting words left from some past sermon.

 My shadow appeared as light shined through the stained window.

My shadow appeared as light shined through the stained window.

The morning light lightened and colored our morning mood. We were ashore - finally feeling relieved, rescued, released and restored.  My blog post about our rescue - Captain Nine Lives

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Ajar with Pickles

Ajar with Pickles

Captain Nine Lives

Captain Nine Lives