I love my harbor at night. There are nights I am off work in the middle of the night. I walk down the dock past about 14 boats to get to mine. I look at the night sky to find the moon and revel in Her Beauty. The night sky above my boat is clear. I sit and look at the stars–sometimes I pick out constellations, sometimes I just look and marvel at the expanse of the sky, at the placement of the stars, at the Energy in it all. I let it fill my heart. I listen to the almost imperceptible sound of waves lapping against the hull of the boat. I hear crickets. I hear a fish jump out of the water. I breathe deeply, fresh, clean air while inhaling the Energy of the Moon, the sky, the peace of my harbor. I inhale stillness. I am in love. In love with my world, with life, with everyone, with myself. I fall asleep with the moon shining down my mast, shining in through my hatch. I fall asleep bathed in moonbeams. Each and every night. On warm Summer nights, I leave the hatch above my head open, I love Night, and I love sleeping in Night. I am a child of the stars sleeping among the stars.
Upon waking in the morning, to fully greet the day, I open the back hatch; double doors flung open. The first thing I see is the morning sky. When I work, it’s early in the morning, so the sun is not yet up. I repeat my evening ritual–look at the Moon, stars, breathe it all in. When I’m off work, I wake at sunrise. I see the colors of the sunrise stretched across the sky, sometimes the moon is hovering above, sometimes the clouds have rolled in. But, the sun is there to greet me. Still inside the boat, from the opening of my hatch, I can see my beloved hills in the distance–the hills I play in–hiking, off roading, biking, walking, swimming in the water holes, soaking in the hot springs, sunning on a big rock. Oh beautiful day. I inhale vibrant life. I am in love. In love with my world, with life, with everyone, with myself. I wake and allow the sun to warm my face, Light my heart.
The days on the docks are full of movement. Neighbors coming and going; maintenance work on the docks and boats; local fishing boats, sail boats, power boats, leaving through the harbor entrance and returning later; people kayaking or motoring in inflatable dinghies. Smells from local restaurants or boaters in the harbor define the day…breakfast, lunch, dinner scents all wafting through the air. The sun streams in my boat all day–first port side, then top deck, then starboard side. Then the moon follows. Each and every day.
As I exit the boat, there are often groups of ducks (I guess called a paddle of ducks) right at my steps or in the water right behind the boat, just waiting to be fed. As I stand on the dock outside of my boat, I can look down into the water and see schools of sardines and little fish knowing the bigger fish are underneath. There are often cranes, pelicans, and other birds hanging out on boat steps or the docks. There are a few harbor seals that play in the fingerlings between the boats. When I walk out of the dock gate there are numerous crabs, starfish, sometimes even octopus on and around the rocks. Peace, utter peace. This is my world, where I live. Upon exiting the gate I breathe in and take it with me, upon entering the gate I breathe in glad to be home. Always a full enriching breath.
There are days of wind. Light wind, high winds, gale force winds. Sometimes whipping through the harbor, clanking the lines against the mast, howling, screaming, shaking the floorboards, causing high surf that slams against the hull of the boat rocking it every possible way. There are days of rain. Light rain barely misting the deck, heavy pelting rain soaking the steps, the boat, streaming in through various little leaks, takes days to get completely dry again. In the last few months, there has been electrical storms, an earthquake one mile away, a tsunami, a tornado. During extreme weather there is absolutely nothing I can do during the storms except to sit them out–I listen, I wait, I hope the damage is minimal knowing even if it’s extensive, even if it takes the boat it’s meant to be and will somehow be manageable, and eventually it will pass. I’ve even learned to celebrate the storms–running in a wind storm, drumming at the jetty at high surf, hosting a party at the clubhouse on a rainy day. Yes, these days can be challenging, but they are usually also quite invigorating–to *feel* nature at such extremes, is to feel myself at such extremes. To *know* nature, is to know myself. From the Energy of the Moon, the peace in stillness, the Love in the sun, the joy in the hills, the variety in sea life, the beauty of it all, the power of the ravaging wind, the healing of the rain. I have chosen to Live in Love. In love with my world, with life, with everyone, with myself.
May your home
be a reflection of your soul.
May you understand
the beauty you choose
to surround yourself with–
shares its’ energy with you.
The sun shines to warm your skin
The moon shines to Light your Soul.
May you allow Light
to wrap itself around you.
In the morning let the warmth of the sun
allow your heart to feel safe enough
to open completely
to embrace each moment
as it was made for you to embrace.
In the evening, let the moon
soothe your soul
and allow your heart to feel safe enough
to close completely
so your rest may be peace filled.
May you allow Light to wrap around you
Day and Night
a Blanket of Love.
The winner of Jill Badonsky’s book “the Awe-manac” is Sulwyn from http://www.wildoakcottage.blogspot.com/. Yay Sulwyn! Thank you to all who took the time to comment on Jill’s post. Look for more Fearless Fun each Friday……