Under Way

According to my dictionary, a mooring is an element providing stability or security. Like an anchor. After days or weeks on the high seas, nothing feels better than that first night's sleep at a peaceful mooring. Life doesn't come to a halt, but there is total rest knowing that the vessel will no longer be tossed here and there by waves.

Beginning this blog is to embark on an adventure into uncharted waters. The way may be winding or straight, the seas choppy or smooth. I may clip along with a fair tail wind or buck up against rolling swells. But with wind in my hair and salt on my lips, I will head somewhere. And, ultimately, not in the journey itself but in the sureness and soundness of the mooring, will my greatest pleasure be realized.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
John Masefield