Not racing

I am sitting on this beach watching the sun slowly descend. There is a campfire going and enough breeze to keep the gnats away.

I'm waiting on some friends to come to shore on their dinghy. They have a couple of children who will enjoy roasting marshmallows over the open flames.

This is a God inspired time. A wave will pass by, made by a dolphin. The tide is going out so they are cruising the shore looking for a hapless crab or a wayward fish.



We left the marina this morning before the racers got to their boats. They are a different sort, filled with adrenalin and a fierce competitiveness. A few stopped by to say something nice about my boat, although it was obvious that we were set up for recreational sailing.

We watched the flotilla of boats heading for the ocean as we were sailing at our moderate speed. I wished for them a safe race as the winds were blowing hard this morning.

I am in my Saturday frame of mind: just feeling easy. So I'll leave you with this thought:

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer. "
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet