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Sacramento, California, United States
so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!

sailing to Oahu

Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Knot-Arthur C. Clark but introducing 2010

Happy hiccup New............

Well, it was a ways back but somehow it seemed appropriate! I won't be able to be with you physically but I will raise a glass to 2010 even though it might be my eye! I can see clearly through the other one that I rented from the good doctor but the glass one is for appearances only! I'm carving a lower set of teeth to mesh with my uppers because due to global warming we have entered a cold spell and the last thing I want is for my children to witness their mother placing me on a disintegrating ice cube in the North Pacific Ocean just because she refuses to chew my food for me! What a piss off! I swore on our wedding cake and her mother's grave ( she is still alive ) I would chew for her! So here I am with but one tooth left, reading poetry about a pub in Mass. with a good name that no one cares about anymore! I can't name anyone who even likes this style or time of writing! I knew I should have been a Mormon. I'm sure the great salt lake is where Lot's wife looked back. There is a lot of salt in that water. You can't drink it and you can't be baptized in it! You can walk on it! I guess you can be baptized on it too, but I don't think the Catholics would think you are a worshiper of Jesus. Some people dunk and some people sprinkle but they all agree, regardless of the saline content of the water that there is a baptism of fire that is a shade different than John the Baptist's water! Shoot, the last I heard the river Jordan is nothing but a tinkle! So I guess if Jesus was going to order John to baptize him today it might have to be a sprinkle! Hey, a sprinkle is better than nothing! Can you imagine being in a desert and this guy has an endless water supply? You drink year after year but complain the whole time! What? The water is to warm? God, if I had a crew surrounded by saltwater, You know, " Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink"! And a God like you gave me squalls that I could catch of fresh water, the first complainer would also be the first person to hear " Man Overboard",!! Ain't no murmurers wasting potable water on my ship! Give me a centurion. When Paul ( the ex Saul of

Tarsus) suggested to his federal marshals (centurions) not to jump ship as they ran aground on a lee shore, they had been with him long enough to know that money talks and bull-shit is exactly what it is! They were wise. They lived to sea another sea! Hell, Paul was a tent-maker. He could sew with the best of them. I will bet you that his jeans, Roman/Jew/Sailor led to the discovery of Levi's in San Francisco! Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction! Jesus, just what we need! Another Levitt priesthood!!! Happy New Year, Friends!!!

so far and so much

      Titled He was but Knot furlong.  The vast expanse of land allowed to float on molton, volcanic upheaval, just cooled and balanced by a fury of weighted water waiting, like a servant on his master's every whim for what no man could ascertain and for sure no man could prophesy that tomarrow would be here today!  I think a fool would pretend to watch what surrounds him and say, Naaaay, when asked by an equal what his opinion just might be.  To an aquaintance he might bother to say naught!  But to an equal or above?  That would be his choice and his responsibillity!  Also in the calling his measure would be found but only by an answer!  So be it right as measured by those who can judge/ or wrong by those who have the authority to judge by punishment. The Dark Ages,  400 years and 100 more I can say now, I live.  Do I live in fear?  Nay. God Forbid.  I live as a sailor, travailing as a woman ripe with a harvest, a bounty, a new sunrise, a birthing of a new day, light and airy, driving me into creation itself.  Becoming apart and yet part of a continuitity beyond what I thought was thought!  I see the inner and the exterior space that Captain James Cook sailed.  Below the water that is not drinkable is a world so remarkable that I consider it an honor and blessing that I have been allowed to sit upon surfaces under strange weather and skies, seeing and being one with societies of creatures, large and small and some even being unseen!  I know it can be frightening and lonely at the dog's watch but to dive under the thin layer that seperates the air we breath from the water/air with gills the fish use for sustenance also is a frightening thing.  I can only hold my breath for a length of time.  I have witnessed the " Dorado " change from magnificient colors to drab grey as he could not breath above  his ocean for any great length of time.  And yet, I have seen them hunting where they have taken " flying fish "
 out of the air, both out of their element displaying hunter/prey behavior that Charles Darwin would have loved to witness!  I salute Mother Ocean. 

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