Time Has Found Me Out
It says the picture was done in 2008, just two years ago, and Ansel was still a vital bounding pal with whom I often walked the river banks and fields of local parks. Not so much anymore. Arthritis has weakened his hips and it is painful to me (and, I suspect him) to watch this loyal family member slowly climb steps. Time has found him out.
Just home from several days in Maryland/Washington D.C. and living in a hotel, I have had a chance to step back and see how time has molded me as well. Another 2008 picture above shows three of our "posse" returning from a paddle on Lake Michigan. Just a few years old, this picture, and already one of us is gone. Just a few days away and on dry land, and I realize how important this kayaking has become to my way of life. As the time in D.C. passed, I became more and more aware of my need to be back in a boat and out on the water.
2008, again, when Greg and I were playing in the surf at Bradford Beach; and I need to go out there again...soon. Whether it is paddling lazily, bashing waves or teaching a class, I seem to find my peace and center in a kayak. There, with paddle in hand, I have a sense of oneness with the water and control of my life that I never knew during decades of sailing. And I remember the words of the poet (sic)...."I must go down to the sea again...".
Paddle safe...
DS
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4 comments:
It is very painfull to see a 4 legs family member lose vitality and functions.
"...love is the ansewr.."- you feel him, he feels you, the only geart thing you can do!
Nice post. I would have to concur wholeheartedly.
your words always inspire me. and just so you know, you inspired us to get two kayaks...and now we learn the ways of the water. :)
Wow, I am grateful for your kind words and happy for your new adventure. Post some pics on THE BEAUTY OF LIFE.
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