Sunday, February 24, 2008


For now I'm like a sailboat, sails lifted, out on the sea with full intention, but the winds have settled, no force, no direction. Chipped and scratched from being battered against the rocks, I am drifting, emotionless. Tired. Not quite empty but far from full. No wind. No waves. Just floating, drifting. A respite, a lull in the forward motion. Just waiting to pick up a current or tap a fresh breeze to a new destination. Any destination.

I'll take the drift.

After the battles I've been through, drift feels just fine. For now. Feels like I'm ready to settle in for a good long nap. But to anyone who truly knows me you will already know, who am I kidding?

I'll take the rest while I can.

Next week I predict gale force winds….


riversgrace said...

Seems like that pause is what people pay good money and days of retreat for...I guess it makes a difference whether we want the pause or not.

Love how you describe that space, though. Right with you in the directionless part.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

Well said - wish I didn't know the feeling quite so intimately.

Jerri said...

Pretty sure sailors call that "lufting."

Also pretty sure you'll soon be going from luft to lift, my friend. Can't wait to see what the wind blows in.