All thoughts of anything bothering me go away when I am out there. I have long thought that I was made to be a wanderer in my soul--a sojourner looking for the next adventure. But my occasional days on the water will suffice. And when I am back on land I long for the simplicity of the boat. Nothing but the sky and water and sand between my toes.
I am sharing some photos from this trip out. Short post here. Happiness of spirit. 
A companionway door that I found washed up on the beach. It belongs to a beautiful wooden boat that sank in the summer. Her name was One Love. Sad for such a brilliant piece of Hugh Angelman's handiwork to be lost. But I have a small piece of her safe at home ready for restoration.
The dinghy used to row to shore.
Sun setting on a glorious day.
Night falls
At anchor
Cozy and warm inside
Ah. To have such a haven of rest and serenity...
ReplyDeleteTo know that one must, for the good of the soul, visit it often.
Peace
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I can feel your contentment and feel so happy for you after all the trauma that your area has faced lately. This time next week my family and I will be in Charleston with my Granddaughters wedding the next day.
ReplyDeleteYou have a beautiful life, enjoy it *smiles*
ReplyDeleteYou have created such a magical life. It's a good example for all of us.
ReplyDeleteThat found door is amazing! I'm glad you're restoring it. That's the sort of thing I love to have too -- it has a history and story behind it.
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