When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way.
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small.
But it’s as big as the promise – The promise of a comin’ day.
So I’m sailing for tomorrow – My dreams are a dyin’.
And my love is an anchor tied to you – Tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin’
She is all that I have left – And music is her name.”
Southern Cross- Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young)
I love the sea, always have. One of the great joys of growing up in Los Angeles is that the ocean has always been close. It is a source of fascination and comfort to me.
I love to walk barefoot in the surf, to feel it pull on my legs. And as goofy as it sounds, I have always felt it call. My inner geek wants to make a Tolkien reference. If you have spent any time reading his works you know that the Elves always make a trip across the sea. You know that they eventually would go to see Cirdan and begin a new adventure.
In my heart I have felt the urge to get on a ship and sail off into parts unknown. There is something so intriguing about just getting up and going. Every now and then I have had this impulse to just pack up and go, kind of like the guy in Springsteen’s Hungry Heart.
Whenever I have dreamt about it I have always pictured myself on some tall ship like the one in the picture above. The work is hard, but fulfilling and I find myself on these incredible adventures throughout the world.
I have been fortunate enough to have friends who sail and this has allowed me to engage in moments of fancy. There is something beautiful and awe inspiring about being out at sea at night. You look around you and there is no sign of land, no sign of the civilization you left behind. It is an endless ocean all around you. The ship rocks gently beneath a starry sky and for a moment in time you experience something special.
Sometimes I dream about it………..
This was originally posted here. Been thinking a lot about the sea so I decided to run it again.