Only in a small sailboat at sea are we reminded of our natural place in the universe. The sea forces upon us a natural scale. The sea limits one day's passage to a hundred miles, not too different from the scale used by the ancient Hebrews to measure the throne of God.
Small boat sailors parse the structures of the sea in days and weeks and months, not flashing minutes. They have recaptured nature's pendulum. The rhythms and stress of the sea are the ancient imbedded memories of how our bodies want things to be.
Space and time‚ ..these gifts can best be savored from the deck of a cockleshell sailboat.
Reese Palley
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