sailing stories

A New World

A New World

In an environment as ancient as the sea, inspiration is abundant and the resulting artforms and creative potential are infinite. In ten years of wandering and pondering, I have forgotten more ideas than I could possibly count. Indeed, some of those were pipe dreams, fleeting inspirations, or preeminently doomed failures. Others have fallen gracefully into place from the moment of their conception. I have tried to maintain integrity throughout this process of creative expression. Once dedicated to a project, it has always been of paramount importance and a question of my honor to carry that work to its completion.

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. XIV

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. XIV

It would take them eight hours, two glasses of wine, and a valium to sleep away the passage that had taken me thirty days.  There was something wildly unsettling about that.  So many humans on this big blue planet and most of them have never been out to sea.  However easy it was to get to the other side of this great ocean, the distance did nothing for their souls.  They would never know what it is to take a reef in pure darkness while being battered by wind and rain.  They would never know the joy of the sunrise that follows the gale.  They would not heed the muffled screams in the back of their own minds, calling them to abandon this illusion and journey far and away.  They were doomed to be passengers, sleeping through life while someone else steered the ship…