Starlight & Canvas
Musings and Memories from the Captain’s Quarters
Log Note: This is a living document. Instead of creating new posts, I will drop anchor here to add new musings and memories
Song for the Sunken
Standing on the darkened deck, beneath a canopy of distant stars,
I listen to the rigging sigh in the wind and the rhythm of the tide lapping against timber.
A chorus ascends from the black abyss below, beautiful and haunting.
An ethereal echo of a bygone time and treasures lost - the ocean itself singing a song for the sunken.
The Currency of Stars
Gold is heavy and cold.
It sits dull in pockets, bought with obedience.
I prefer celestial treasures.
Diamonds burning against the dark.
They guide without demanding a return.
The subservient count their coin,
The free count constellations.
The Call of the Canvas
Out here, the wind ignores lineage and ledger.
It asks only if your canvas can take the strain.
Gripping the helm - feeling the timber groan against the
heavy roll of the sea - is to know where you belong.
We don’t sail to escape the world; we sail to hunt it down.
My Imagination is My Compass
My imagination is my compass.
Not because it guides me to magical places to escape reality...
But because I believe it's important to let a little magic into real life.
There should always be time for wonder.
For stories.
For possibilities.
For places that remind us to look beyond the horizon and imagine what might be waiting there.
Today’s daydream might direct you to tomorrow’s destination
Reverie Somewhere by the Sea
Imagine a place somewhere by the sea, full of wonder, whimsy and possibility
Where mermaids swim in the moonlight on a hot summer night, and
Santa’s at a tiki bar in Hawaiian shorts, holding court - drinking beer & full of cheer
A paradise of pirates, palm trees and a warm, salty breeze
A timeless reverie, wild and carefree, somewhere by the sea.
