Therapy

We’ve all seen boats with this moniker across the transom. Today’s sail was exactly that for me. I was bugged. More than bugged, I was in serious need of talking with God. On days like this, I get on to the open water and have frank out-loud conversations with the Almighty. Very therapeutic. In the winter, I go for long walks.

3-plus hours and 13 miles, way out nearly to Poplar Island and back. That’s a lot of talking, but not without a good result. As a side benefit, it was an amazing day to be on the water. Southerly winds 10-12. Brilliant sky, 85 degrees and low humidity. Cay of Sea was in tune and in the groove. We carved a furrow across the water as I vented steam. God patiently, graciously, kindly listened and gently nudged my thoughts in the right direction. My speech moderated, my heart humbled. The breeze picked up. I needed to drop the boom to leeward and let the boat stand up a little better, but I managed to bear off, and the weather helm eased without releasing the main sheet. Still not trimmed correctly, but I didn’t have far to go before I headed up to drop the sails.

After 10 minutes of bobbing, I had the head sail bagged, the main furled, lines tidied up and cockpit reorganized for the mile transit under power back to our slip.

These people overtook me on the return leg.  For a while, I had a bow-on view of their approach, but didn't get the camera out soon enough to capture the image.

These people overtook me on the return leg. For a while, I had a bow-on view of their approach, but didn’t get the camera out soon enough to capture the image.

Notice how intently they're looking at me.  "Hey, that guy's talking to himself - oh, now he's taking a photo of us."

Notice how intently they’re looking at me. “Hey, that guy’s talking to himself – oh, now he’s taking a photo of us.”

And here's the backside view.  The advantage of long waterline and much more ail area - they passed me like I was going backwards.  What a contrast though - their cockpit was full, I was sailing alone.

The advantage of a long waterline and much more sail area – they passed me like I was going backwards. Their cockpit was full (at least 6 people on board), I was sailing alone – probably the main reason they looked at me for so long.

All resolved? Well, no. Not all, but the immediate concerns addressed. I now know what to do for the short-term.  Thanks for listening, Lord.

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6 comments
  1. Sometimes my wife wonders if I really like sailing. I ‘ll swear at the boat and then swear at myself. And then I’ll explain that they both needed a good talking to and everything is settled now. She can’t believe how quickly I am done with it, ready to move on to a calm day.

    Well, sometimes it takes a bit longer, when the problems are material and actually away from the boat. But it’s better than venting at my wife.

    • I like that: “We both needed a good talking-to!” Venting on someone else never seems to work well, especially if you’re married to them. You’re a wise man, Drew.

  2. Johadel said:

    Probably the best kind of therapy ever! Also a wonderful setting in which to feel humbled before the Almighty.

    • It is very effective. Feeling the need again soon. . .

  3. Near or on the water is the best therapy there is, on the open waters it’s as if heaven is touching the horizon. A great place to think and talk for sure….

    • There is something about having my mind partially engaged in a task – like sailing – and my hands busy with the tiller and sheets, that lets me focus reason and the emotion to God in a way that is very cathartic.

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