I have sailed many miles
In a dinghy and in yachts,
I have experinced storms and calms and most things in between,
Too much heat
And too much cold,
Feared for my life and basked in joy,
No two trips the same even though the route
May be identical,
That is the magic of sailing,
Of boats of any type,
The variety and the
Never ending learning,
Though every day is still a school day
I am a pretty good ******,
Good enough to teach others
How to sail and to
Love the water,
Salt or fresh,
Not quite so good with life
Or love though,
In these I end in irons or adrift
Or just plain capsized,
But every day is a school day
In life just as at sea,
And I have learned that
I need not always correct
Or defend myself,
Rather I can let go my ego,
Let the love flow gently,
It is not nor ever was about me,
Or you,
It was and is and ever will be,
Always entirely US
Life has a way of teaching us stuff that we do not take on board initially. So life taches harder, and eventually getst the slipper out. I am not so proud I cannot acknowledge my failing and the focus upon arguing a case that had no meaning. I am weary. So very tired of argument. I just wish to sail quietly, with an arm about the one I love. I have no more room nor time for discord
