Snorkeling in the Bahamas..
Snorkeling in the Bahamas..
Now that I have that ditty from “The Little Mermaid” stuck in your head–and mine–for the day, let me explain. I grew up on boats. I’m still spending time around boats. My dad designs boats. I feel a little uncomfortable if I’m too far away from the ocean–lived in Austin, Texas for five years and loved it, but felt too land-locked.
Beowulf, my dad's design that I apprenticed boat building on, and crewed through the Pacific to New Zealand.
Beowulf, my dad’s design that I apprenticed boat building on, and crewed through the Pacific to New Zealand.
And though the water and life afloat on it is imprinted on my body and soul, and though I crave it and it influences everything about me, including–or maybe especially–my songwriting, I still get seasick. Every passage takes me a couple days to get my sea legs. I bump my head and stub my toe on things and curse. The hot aluminum decks burn my feet.
This was taken as I was flying in to visit my folks on their 83-foot design, Wind Horse.
This was taken as I was flying in to visit my folks on their 83-foot design, Wind Horse.
Just like life! And at the end of the day, as the sun sets fire to the sky and you sit and listen to the swish of water against the hull and drink something cool while the light changes, you feel so very good. Just like life. xox sunset2010