By my many references in this blog to sailing, you have probably figured out that I like being near the water. It can’t be fresh lake water, it has to be briny seawater. I grew up by the sea. Saltwater has been a part of me since I could walk.
When I’m out there everything changes. I’m free from land and somehow that makes me feel free from any worries I left on shore.
Herman Melville put it this way:
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off— then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
Is there a special place for you? The mountains, a certain stream in the woods, a beach? Or something you enjoy doing like sailing, fishing, bike riding, hiking, or playing chess with a friend? If you don’t have a place that settles you, find one. Find a place or activity that takes your mind off Leuk. Find your refuge and go there often.
My refuge lies in the smell of the marina as we leave the harbor, the salt air on the wind, the dolphin and seal, the islands, the sound of waves pounding the hull – it’s all out there for me. I’m whole out there.