Landlubber

I love being on a boat on days like this. There’s a slight on-shore wind and the sea is sparkling like a Cerrone diamond necklace at an Opening Night Premiere. Makes a girl feel like the belle of the ball and a million bucks to boot.

What is it about this scene that resonates in our soul like this? Is it the beguiling intensity of sea’s eyes, the piercing sharpness of their insight into our heart- spaces? Or is it his salty breath that we can’t help but inhale and love the way it hits the back of our throats like a liquid gold shot of Premiere Rum?

There’s something about the lull and pull of the sea beneath us that soothes the jangled nerves and massages the taut muscles into a better sense of well-being. I absolutely recommend it for its soothing properties.

The wind is different out here on the water too. It feels less chilling from the way that it feels when you’re standing around on shore, shuffling your feet to keep warm and pulling at the drawstring on your jacket in an effort to close out the cold.

Wind on the water seems to punch us in the stomach and give us a second wind to appreciate life. It amazes me how little we mind and how we seem to get it that such an action is simply meant to invigorate us rather than push us overboard.

I can understand too why people have left their high pressured jobs, brought a boat and literally sailed off into the sunset. It unleashes a wildness (which is different from a wrecklessness) in us. A call to adventure that one is up for wherever it might take them. I admire people who do that.

Me, I’m a died-in-the-wool landlubber, I like to feel the solidness of the ground beneath my feet, though I feel I can have the best of both worlds by day sailing like this. Being on the water is such a treat to give yourself.

It resuscitates our senses, chaffs our lips and cheeks in ways that remind us the next morning it wasn’t a dream. So throw yourself into the sea’s arms this weekend if it’s fine. You won’t be disappointed.