This Is The Time Once Again

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i came across this writing again recently that i wrote in october of last year.
it resonated with my soul in such a real way i wanted to re-share it. 

This Is The Time

this is the time in which you'll be split down the middle on things. in a sentence: it’s a transition from i-believe-this-because-you-do to i-believe-this-because-i-do.

 

this is the time in which your opinions and beliefs are traveling from the side of blind following to hard earned opened eyed searching and seeing for yourself. which will sometimes entail a fight-for-it-even-when-it’s-hard believing. this is the in-between moment of those two times. 

be okay with that. 

you'll end up on the other side eventually. 

 

this is the time in which you'll curl up under your covers late at night in the dark and have a three hour transatlantic phone conversation with your best friend. a conversation about what love is. 

something will shift in your understanding during that conversation. 

don't let go of it. 

 

this is the time when you'll realize it's far more important to look people in the eye and offer them your hand, than it is to be comfortable. 

 

this is the time in which you'll understand, finally, why it is you do the things you do and how you are the way you are. but what's more than just understanding it, you'll love it. you'll love yourself. fully. 

 

this is the time in which you'll finally realize that, really, no one else gives a damn and so you shouldn't either. 

 

this is the time in which you'll realize there's a secret club. that you're the head of it. that everyone, in fact, has their own secret club. and what's terribly important and sacred is the people you choose to let into it. 

but in the same vein: don't be close minded and overly selective about who you let in. 

 

this is the time in which you will be told it will be okay. 

this is also the time in which you will actually believe it. 

Enroute

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and so this then is my realization. 
 

to know oneself is something. 

but to know oneself with another is something else entirely altogether.
 

and what is more, a farther reaching wonder, is that in the grasping for this true unshakable knowledge, a necessity in this life, is whether or not this is a knowing you can achieve before you’re with someone.

or if it’s something that you aren’t able to truly know, truly learn, truly grasp, until you are tested and tried by the during-process-enroute of being with someone.

Tumblehome | An Overnight With Luna

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this was my first overnight on Luna. 
a little over a year ago now.
it's crazy to think that she's been with us for a year and a half. 
it seems like just yesterday that we drove across the country to get her.
such a wonderful addition to our ever changing boat family.

adventures can be had anywhere. but the ones on the water always end up being my favorite.


A crisp overnight sail.
Listening to The Replacements, drinking beer-then-whiskey, "I don't think Morrissey cares about French girls", knitting in the cockpit, stuffing over-layered limbs into sleeping bags and underneath piled high blankets and watching the night progress and move behind and around a lone lit lantern with a kind of enrapture and attentiveness that can only come from being in the warm belly of a boat on a winters night out on the open water.


these are film photos, but you can also see some digital ones from the same trip here.