Warm, foggy day. Lovely, really lovely, in a blurry sort of way. Lots of boats coming out of the water at Brewer's Freeport Marina where Grace is docked temporarily. I made a trip to take all the food off the boat, so we'd have food at home. Later in the afternoon David and I stripped the sails, packed some clothes and moved our books off...stripped the aft cabin berth... We'd provisioned Grace well for an extended journey.

I'm settling back onto land with less despondency. I realize, though, that I'd high hopes of using this water journey as a place/time to ponder how I might want to use my time and energy (talents?) during the coming 10 years. I'm privileged with good health and a modicum of wealth that allows me to not strive regularly for food, shelter, warmth. So, how to use my available time/energy purposefully? It is harder to ponder these/this question(s) in my "home" environment when there are so many pulls at my attention...hard to keep eye on the prize...or to know what the prize is. Sigh. Turns out self-discipline is not my strong suit...and waiting, quietly...meditative state isn't either. Still...

Sorry I didn't get a photo of Grace in the pink light of fog. She knows how to sit...waiting, quietly...mediative state...waiting...patiently...