River Travel as a Metaphor

I am coming to see river travel by small, slow sailboat as a metaphor.

There is limitless beauty, grand and subtle, for eyes open to see. There are hazards to be negotiated, some for which you can prepare, others you cannot.

You learn to work with the currents and to find safe haven when currents are adverse.

Conscious thought must be given to the impact of your boat's wake on denizens of the river, and what your boat leaves in its wake, both the products and byproducts of life.

Discovery awaits at every turn. Small towns time has passed by and residents happily protecting a way of life. Friends yet to be who welcome with open smiles and helping hands.

And ultimately you will be delivered to the great, salty sea, infinitessimal in its vastness , with boundless possibility, overwhelming vulnerability.

Yet I am reminded of the world's great and pressing commerce racing by on all sides by truck and train and automobile, and I give thanks for these moments on the river and for the eyes given me to see to sea.