High Tide

Each week we gather at 2:30 pm on the dot. It's a bit like watching bees come back to the hive. Every new arrival is welcomed with a mix and a mingle, the volume of the hum naturally increasing.  We seldom know who will show up or what the weather will really be like (so often it is miserable at home).  It is best to not have any preconceived notions, to be open, to be willing to 'wait' to see what will happen.

This week:
Nine showed up on a gorgeous autumn day. A fireboat and harbor watcher (tiny head in our wake) provided moments of observation but no rest  - the tide was pushing us back at every stroke. The ship in the bay our goal. A man in an orange suit with a small paint brush and a can of paint watches from above. We look back at our position and think yes, this is far enough out to leave 'it all' behind. Famous last words; Traffic, everywhere you go! We search for a calm patch, nose toward the Thea  and call for tea. The day ends with calm reflections of what it is like to "just be".