Windward Bound
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September 2006
It was Monday night and K, my daughter, was regaling me with her sailing adventures from Saturday and Sunday afternoon. She had joined the ASU Sailing Club a few weeks ago and was quickly learning the ways of the water on the small, man made lake near downtown Tempe, Arizona.
She used the entire kitchen (and some of the great room) to describe how, on Sunday, the boat capsized. She told of the difficulty in righting it, but also the fun in learning how. Since it took teamwork to capsize the boat, it also took teamwork to right it. That's half the fun of learning something new - sharing the experience with others.
As K told her story, her body moved with it. She reacted to the wind and the subtle, ever so slight pitch backwards as the wind caught the sail and filled the sheet. It's a wholly soul satisfying moment, and one you never forget, as you and the boat race with the wind.
It's the closest feeling akin to flying and you do it without wings. What a marvel to experience! Just you and the wind moving forward across the lake, rippling just inches off the water; flying just like you do in a dream.
This joy of the water is in her now and it will never let go.
She's found her freedom.
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September 2006
It was Monday night and K, my daughter, was regaling me with her sailing adventures from Saturday and Sunday afternoon. She had joined the ASU Sailing Club a few weeks ago and was quickly learning the ways of the water on the small, man made lake near downtown Tempe, Arizona.
She used the entire kitchen (and some of the great room) to describe how, on Sunday, the boat capsized. She told of the difficulty in righting it, but also the fun in learning how. Since it took teamwork to capsize the boat, it also took teamwork to right it. That's half the fun of learning something new - sharing the experience with others.
As K told her story, her body moved with it. She reacted to the wind and the subtle, ever so slight pitch backwards as the wind caught the sail and filled the sheet. It's a wholly soul satisfying moment, and one you never forget, as you and the boat race with the wind.
It's the closest feeling akin to flying and you do it without wings. What a marvel to experience! Just you and the wind moving forward across the lake, rippling just inches off the water; flying just like you do in a dream.
This joy of the water is in her now and it will never let go.
She's found her freedom.
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posted by Mike Chandler | 7:14 PM
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sounds really awesome!
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