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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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Writing on a Rock

Writing on a Rock

My journal: Friday: 8/25/06
around 2:50 pm

Acadia National Park  
Otters' Cove / Otters' Point
Mt. Desert, Maine

 Pausing thoughts on seaside rocks Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert, Maine in summer of 2006,

Pausing thoughts on seaside rocks Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert, Maine in summer of 2006,

A walk and a reflection: (with my friend Karen)

After a 2.5 mile stroll along the cliff paths, Karen and I have picked a position to rest and write. Facing SSW, I watch as the tidal sway creates sensations and sights that remind me of syrup pouring over hot, blueberry pancakes..ah, I must be anticipating tomorrow morning's breakfast. The angle of the sun's rays has cast a light on the blue ripples causing a constellation of star-twinkles that expand to the far horizon. The syrup, I mean, the sea's foam flows over the gathering of rocks in front of me, 10 feet below my perch. A swatch of white clouds stretches from east to west in the distance while a lobsterman's boat pirouettes powerfully around his pot buoys. In the distance an 80'-90' motor yacht tows a smaller craft churning up a wake on its way south. Two sloops slide and glide within sight of us on their way to Southwest Harbor. As the tidal swells awaken the nearby kelp, the water emerges like some drenched shaggy canine or like the unkempt mane of some sleepy sea nymphs. The ebbing tide has now revealed more rock contour and definition while marooning some water pools during its recession. The heart of this spot pulses like it's alive, but not alone.

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Originally posted 12th June 2015 by Henry Lane.

Son Sailing

Son Sailing

Sailing Self

Sailing Self