Yesterday, on the last day of the Independence Day weekend, I decided to sail out, alone, for a long walk.
I, personally, find that having a purpose motivates me, for a walk or any other movement forward. The purpose that got me going yesterday was to navigate the long, slow distance to my son’s play rehearsals, in case he ever needs to get there by foot (something he’s expressed interest in doing).
As I started on the journey, this favorite tune came up:
(YouTube video found here)
Let’s see if the lyrics of that song will fit the photos I want to show you, from yesterday.
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean,
Through restful waters and deep commotion.
Actually, there wasn’t a lot of commotion, on yesterday’s walk. Things were pretty restful … and not just because I had practiced relaxation, the day before. I encountered very few people, or cars, the whole time.
There was a lot of evidence, though, of previous unsettling:
Often frightened, unenlightened,
Sail on sail on, sailor.
Actually, I wasn’t completely unenlightened, about all those downed tree branches. I assumed this was because of the very intense, 15-minute rain storm from Thursday night (see my experience of that, here).
Without fear, I departed from my charted, intended route …
… after I spotted an unfamiliar path, by some water.
I wrest the waters, fight Neptune’s waters.
Okay, so those aren’t Neptune’s waters. It’s a pond, not an ocean. Close enough, though, for me, who loves walking by water.
Sail through the sorrows of life’s marauders.
Again, the lyrics were sooooo close! These shots were from Arlington, MA. The Marauders is the name of the football team in the next town (Belmont).
Next, I saw a gated area, and I wondered if I should enter.
Unrepenting, often empty.
The gate was unlocked. I saw no reason not to enter.
The place was completely empty. Deserted.
Sail on, sail on, sailor.
I headed towards an exit, past boats leaned up against a fence,
and found out I wasn’t supposed to be there.
Caught like a sewer rat?
Thank goodness, I was not.
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of crusts of bread. No shots of me wailing, either.
But the rest of this worked pretty well, didn’t it?
Now, what to do with the rest of my photos and the rest of the lyrics? Feel free to read the lyrics here, to see whether the rest of these shots match those words (or perhaps other posts), at all.
I didn’t meet my original goal for my walk. I didn’t stumble, tumble, or crumble on my way, but I felt a tiny sting of guilt for following my own interests. I mean, I had a great walk, but I never got the answer to “How long would it take my son, Aaron, to walk to rehearsals?”
That guilt, however, relented and quickly ended. I cared and I persevered, as I switched purposes, mid-stream.
While I blundered (or at least got momentarily lost, as I wandered), and I sighed (with a little tiredness) along the way …. I know my son will NOT have those problems, if he sets sail on that walk.
This was the song that was playing, when I reached home, yesterday.
(I found Joni Mitchell’s “Michael from Mountains” on YouTube here.)
One of these days, I really must follow through on my purposeful goals, about that song:
- Learn to play the guitar part and
- Change the title to “Michael from Boston” and rewrite some lyrics, too.
Thanks to all of The Beach Boys, to Joni Mitchell, to son Aaron and boyfriend Michael, to Arlington (and its neighboring towns), to those who weather storms anywhere, and to you — of course! — for sailing here, today.