Raising the mainsail, the jib, hiking over to the channels as she sits just in front of me the salt sea spray weathering the skin, as we sail or boat together. Such moments of splendour, add a rare quality of being with Her.
I’ve always felt that sailing, low motorcycle riding gives me time to think. Indeed, perhaps more so on the water, as there are a few distractions. And this trip was without a doubt, one of those odds, rare times when distractions, did not matter much, mainly as her company reminds me to stay focused.
A strange time here for those that have not been keeping up with current events. Finding that not only are we there largest breasts in the mere world, but also that we are the largest mere folk in second life. Was a shock, and while I am now used to being big breasted, the realization that no one else knows the secrets of size, or the way in which we investigate the size and use it to our advantage, is still bemuses the mind that should not be shocked. But should be used to such a thing.
Then there is the family, the way it has shaped itself, by the actions of a select few, who have now started to understand the consequences of her actions. But now I am forced to wonder, as to the cosmos’s desire and plan a little, as I realise the truth of hat reason now folds, some into the deeper debates, and others in the choices of leaving the self same family they had such a short time ago, been so get proud to be a part of.
The cogs, are still setting themselves and the dust is far from settled. As much as we draw lines in the sand. The consequences are still stacking up and lining up in a direct methodical manner. Who can see an end to this? The family that was once at the strongest, is now set against itself. More like a loose club than than a tight knit embrace. But still the beginning of hope is not lost. Add together all the embers of the fire as they are now showing there in the Harth of our life. And fan them with love and trust, with soft caresses of the mind and truths that have been ignored in favour of rumour and half truths and maybe, just maybe we can find the family that our own family is not listening to at this time, we wards of coercri will continue to hope and pray for the day when that family can find itself once more and take its place.
A glimpse of hope happened tonight, as one of the family reached out and touched the truth. And tonight tears shed of joy and hope are valid and glad to dropped parched skin. And I rejoiced.
At the end of the moment we sailed once more to the sunset, but we did so together.