Captain's Blog; January 24, in the year Two Thousand and Nine. 1 damn day before we reach the shore of Key West!
It be as if, each day, I rewrite the myth of meself in the pages of me Captain's journal, much more than a logbook. I value this time to slow down, take stock, know where I have come from, where I be, and now the course O me future I be dead reckoning. The reefs around the keys will be treacherous, thar be no uncertainty about that! But with Lagrange's mystical Waggoner, and the new charts drawn up from me palm, I find I have no concerns as to our safety. Every peril has sank beneath this ship of otherworldy wisdom like a stone. Every danger, we have sailed safely through and each tragedy we have received as a rare pearl, a miracle, and rightly so. These seeming dark nights of soul have shown us our finest hours.
So what else be thar to do, eh? We check and recheck the rigging, we inspect and reinspect the sails, and examine and reexamine the braces and clewlines leading down to the deck. Each crew member cleans and oils a pistol or cutlass and then takes it out again just to be sure. Lagrange measures and recalculates each segment on the chart, though it be known to the Falcon's keen sight by heart. Though we be a day away, little Johnny O'Brandley be up in the crow's nest awaiting to cry out "Land ho." We be ship shape. We be not idle but keep to our duties; one step, then the next, then the next.
The skies be clear and spirits be high as we sail towards our destiny.
-Captain Morgan La Fey
www.destinyvoyages.com/KeyWest2009/
Juliana Coles Visual Journaling Retreat in Key West January 25-30
love this page - so powerful
Posted by: gina armfield | February 09, 2009 at 06:46 PM