Visitors to the boat Christmas 2010.
Happy Doers
“Happy are those who dream dreams and are willing to pay the price to make them come true” Britney and Scott of Windtraveler
For cruisers, the price is often giving up a life of security and certainty. Giving up security allows us to grow personally, take responsibility for meeting our own needs, and allows us to appreciate life in the moment. Uncertainty opens us up to all the possibilities–not just those widely accepted in our local society–and allows us to hope for the future, exercise our faith, and feel truly blessed when things come together in good ways.
We’re lucky to know so many inspiring sailing folks who, like us, have thrown off the dock lines and who share our love of travel and sailing. Recently surrounded by way too many landlubbers locked into a square-box life, I am reminded that I most enjoy the company of voyagers and especially appreciate those dreamers who go out there and, well, just do it!
Cruisers aboard SV Chrokeva
Pacific explorers Chuck and Laura cruising aboard LeaLea
Diane Poole Built a boat at Pete’s Harbor and then went cruising the Pacific 1 Candle School House
Sailor and simple living advocate Teresa Carey
Holiday Thoughts
Is Santa visiting the cruising boats at anchor? Photo Credit: the Royal New Zealand Yacht Squadron
Mike Whitehead’s Holiday Harbor Poem
Source LINK
‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the Harbor,
You could see a few boats sailing on the water.
And sea lions were hauled out on Harbor’s entrance buoy,
With the bell clanging with each passing swell.
The fish were happy as no hooks were around,
And the sea birds were eating, being fed by a shore crowd.
When all of sudden there arose such a clatter,
The Mermaids swam up to see what was the matter.
The sea lions dove into the water and the boats sailed away from all the splatter.
When shore crowd looked out to see such a sight,
But the birds just continued eating their supper.
All of a sudden but what should appear,
The King of the Sea bringing his own Christmas cheer.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
As King Neptune held up his scepter for all to see.
And out of the scepter came a lightning bolt so grand,
It made a loud bang when it hit the land.
And to everyone’s amazement as you looked around,
Disappearing were all the storm drains that drained into his sea from the land.
His gift for Christmas was no more pollution into the water.
But I heard him exclaim, when he swam out of sight,
What starts at the drain, feeds the harbor when it rains.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a safe voyage.
Mike Whitehead Source LINK
