The day was finally over, the sun had settled down within the depths of the lake.
The sun had put up quite a fight and left the land bleached and dry.
The lake goers had been drained as they filled the lake with the sentiment of their desires.
As the rebels quieted down, and the crowd parted a new set of sounds took over the area.
The moon arose quickly and settled in about a third of the way into the sky.
Only a sliver its presence was quite diluted as the clouds rolled into place and the stage was being set.
It was the day after the great and terrible day and vengeance was about to take its toll.
The temperatures subsided and the winds once again found the body of water that they call home.
The emergency vehicles had gone home no saving was to be done tonight.
Damage already done the mind wanders, tensions are running high.
Mind drunk with emotion, body full of pain, the potential for quite an evening is building.
As I lay aside the cockpit I looked up and realized that my destiny had called me.
The winds calling my name I could hear them saying, "follow me to the next place."
Obedient and methodical I woke up from my emotional stupor, and took on the responsibility to prepare the vessel.
At the strike of 1:00 am I set sail. Pulling the sun drenched and warmed sails I spoke to them commanding; "take me to the place that the winds are calling from."
With that I leave the cockpit and go down below into the dungeon that I call home.
Frantically digging into the darkness, feeling for a remote audio cd that still brandished its wrapper and label I hope for my release.
As I open the unique promise, I place it into my player and emerge to survey my situation.
Black as night, both lovely and unlovely I find myself echo locating the shoreline.
The winds have taken their position on the lake and made themselves prominent across the lakescape.
Then out of the blackness I see a shimmering darkness.
Heading to weather the wind positioning itself to whisper in my left ear I hold still.
As the wind picked up, the water responded in kind with a motion that took it across the lake.
Rollers they were building from the South as I headed to find the source of the wind.
Just a glimpse of their size as the moon varnished their topsides with a glow that could be seen for miles.
As the motion of the lake took a hold of me, the sound of a distant land came to the forefront.
Sharp and pleasant sounds of a simple land on the continent of Africa filled my head as I squinted to keep track of the shore.
I transported myself as the music took my soul from this ragged body and the emotions that once filled it left.
Waves crashing into the bow and it planted itself firmly into its belly. Spray fills the air as the sounds of the life that is such the beginning of all.
As the tribesmen chant their stories of family and survival, I find myself on the roller coaster of life deep within my heart as it sets happily in my chest, far from the sleeve that it once found a perch.
Whispering in my ear I can hear the wind calling me deeper into an almost trance like state.
Into the shimmering darkness I see the water and land dancing before me, leaving a path that only I can feel.
Song after song, I feel my body coming alive. My senses are overwhelmed and the thoughts of the day are far from me. Now the music takes hold and my hand holds the destiny of the vessel.
Between the thumb and forefinger of the right hand I steer this 6 ton beast. Waves crashing and spraying mist into the air, my mind races ahead in anticipation of what lies next.
Sitting in the port side stern perch, head cocked gently to the side, I try to make out the dam and the source of the wind.
Never admitting but gently remembering that it has called for me before.
An elusive friend the wind befriends the water and makes a pact with my vessel.
Completely in sync with nature as the music recharges my soul.
Now the age of completeness comes as I turn the corner to see the light of my home port.
In the shimmering darkness there I find my peace again.
For in the heat of the day, emotions ran free and the damage of their energy has taken its toll.
But now in the perfectness of the moment my soul is again whole, my mind is at ease and my body is free from pain.
Just arriving to my place, I reposition my home and engage the moon to hide me from the shimmering darkness.
July 5th – 6th 2008, on Lewisville Lake, listening to the original Mbube music of Africa while participating in the dance of a lifetime, after an event of emotional magnitude.
"Fair weather does not a skilled sailor make. Even the brightest of skippers must navigate through the storms of life to emerge on the other side, sometimes with nothing to guide them but the shimmering darkness of their soul." – Pirate Mike…
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