Part 3
Setting Sail.
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I’ve dreamt about seeing the world from this vantage point, from the day my dad first took us out on his small cat long ago.
It felt like an eternity him and my young brothers struggled to lift the mast, to get the thing in the water and to set the sails.
My little legs were running about uselessly.
I didn’t want to come sailing ever again.
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But when we eventually got her going.
I can still remember exactly.
That feeling.
We caught the breeze, or it caught us rather.
I lay hanging from the side, fingers running through the water, wind whipping through my hair, a smile as wide as this little mouth would hold.
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Pure freedom.
I thought.
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This recent trip has a special place in my heart.
At a time when that very ideal, is a seemingly untouchable thing for many of us.
Freedom of choice, of perspective, of the way we use our time, and thoughts, on the other hand.
Is always there.
And maybe that makes all the difference.
If we let it.
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