Today I’m sitting in the cabin of Stormbreaker. That’s where I am writing you from now. Last night I sat at the table on the deck and read a little as the sun went down. Then I made some Indian style curry, it was delicious. I hadn’t made curry like that before. Nailed it. I want to look into this cooking bit. I can see that happening in my future. I don’t see any career paths opening up that I will explore, but quite simply it is fun, and I want to learn more because it is. While I was cooking I was listening to my headphones. There is something ridiculously fun about dancing and cooking. Ya, I do it. It doesn’t hurt when your on a sixty-ton steel ketch either. Fun +1. Later today we set sail, a dinner cruise. We will go out for two and a half hours. They will eat crayfish. We will take them to Cat Isle. After our paying guests eat they can kayak if they like. I will swim. I have an urge. The weather is oddly beautiful down here. Everything, and I do mean all, I read regarding Tasmania mentioned clouds and bitter chill. So now we have more proof not to believe everything that you read. It’s fantastic. Yes, I will swim with the fishes on this day. Tonight we might have more paying guests stay on the boat with me. It is where I live these days, but it is still a commercial yacht after-all. The guests will pay for a bed and breakfast. We will become friends and likely toast to someones good fortune or simply to the warmth of the wine in front of us. I am going off of the experience that I have had with other B&B guests of course, for all I know the guests tonight could throw a pie in my face. I don’t think they will though, although that would be pretty fun and quite random. Tomorrow the boat leaves on an overnight cruise. I won’t be on that one. I’ll meander through the town and say good-bye to Strahan for I am leaving. I will get on a bus and go back to Hobart one morrow and two mornings from now. One long winding bus ride to Hobart and then I will get on a plane. Why the sudden change of… well there hasn’t been any plans, so maybe there is nothing changing at all. It is simply time. Time that I get on that bus and that plane.
I had been painting several days ago when it struck me. A fascinating thing happened. I put down my paint brush and I picked up the phone. Thirty minutes later I made another call. Things happened so fast. Make sure you think it through first! Oh heavens no, never! Not now anyway. I’m going off of pure heart baby. It’s so exciting, isn’t it? What? All of it. Not just this traveling bit. Not just the experiences, or the friendships. Not just the love, the heartbreak. Learning new trades and improving on old ones. Appreciating new cultures, reading books, opening your mind to what the world offers. The sounds and smells sometime foreign, sometimes not. It all swells up, the daring of it all. The opportunities, doors that open, doors that close. Health, folly, pain, courage, and peace. It’s all fantastically exciting. What is he going on about? All of it. Every single bit of it, the peaks and the valleys and everything in between. Life. All of it. It’s just so damn exciting.
