Many today feel troubled
and distressed, depressed, stressed. Many feel that, at any moment, their
vessel that holds their lives could capsize or sink and go down, down, down to
the ocean floor so brown. They see water leaking through the hull when there
isn’t any or when a bilge pump will do the trick. Look for the red sky at night
which will promise us a sailor’s delight...a red sky like a watercolor painted
above dripping its hues, tones and intensity and softness down on us one drop
at a time. If the storm comes over the horizon like a bully down a dark alley,
batten down the hatches and ride the storm out. Sure enough with the passage of
time, the waves will calm and we will sail smoothly once more, cold drink in
hand.
