As it is brought towards completion
the boat, through my interaction
with it, out on the lake
will then make possible the access
to fish that I, up till now
have only dreamt of
The fish are the fire.. descended
down from the heavenlies--
made available solely
through the fineries.. restored
back in to wholeness in part
through the value I first saw in it
when in its primitive, used and
unfairly treated and uncared for, form..
But it was the deep love for that form
that helped give the vessel its access
back into the restoration of its
own, true glory..
And now, all alone--
out on the lake with it
it brings me access in to
places and magical depths until now
only thought of and dreamt about
as that which exists only, in heaven..
It is the vessel's motor, now fully restored
that brings the boat and I together
out on to the lake
but it is the boat's very uniqueness
within it's own natural state of beauty
that helps to give me access into the magic
that lay currently undisturbed
deep in that glorious lake's depths
The boat has always carried within it
the rarest of gifts
and somewhere buried in my deep
love for it.. those gifts, while out on
the lake with it, will make themselves known
to me as we together find those fish
that so beautifully represent, this..
the Holiest of all fires.
Those trophy fish are the magical moments
that up until now, lay dormant,
swimming far away from current distractions
of the every day, mundane
accessible only through the restorative process
and one's love of it's rare and magical beauty
It sometimes feels as if all of heaven is
waiting. (I know I am insane to talk this way..)
I truly do love that boat.
When I am out on the lake with it,
every difficult moment will be so very
worth it all to me. That is the joy I get
from the giving of myself into it's
much needed and fully deserved, restoration.
. . . .
You will not sit out there,
so all alone--
weathering, out there somewhere
in the corner of the shipyard. If that is
the case, and that is your current fear..
I know that you will find a way to
make yourself find-able by me. The
greatest tragedy of all would be for a
vessel of your unique and rare beauty,
to die off.. all alone, unloved,
scuttled, by the wind.
The energy that was meant for you is
now, going into the boat.
--tho I can certainly do both.
Ann, and her father
are out on the boat--
riding the water..
riding the waves, of the sea.