Tuesday, December 30, 2008
“Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?"
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
- Gene Hill
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Sendin' ye a wee bit o' Yuletide gladness an' me sincere gratitude t' all who took time from their sailin' t' venture a wee look-see at this here journal. 'Tis no finer feelin' than knowin' someone read what ye wrote from yer heart......
Wishin' ye th' thrill o' imagination....th' solace o' th' written word....an' th' magic o' bein' a pirate in th' comin' year........
I'll leaves ye wit' th' mos' wondrous thing what were said t' me in 2008:
Durin' a rainy outdoor summer Shakespeare rehearsal a wee lass came t' me wit' her umbrella and said that I was welcome t' use it t' stay dry. I noted that it were broken and was afeared she'd injure herself on th' offendin' pokey metal.
I said to her "Honey, it's broken."
To which she replied: "Yes. But it still gives shelter."
And methinks lads an' lasses.....that be all any o' us need t' really know..........
Fair Winds an' a followin' sea in 2009....
Cap'n Mimi Foxmorton