Last summer a friend of mine encouraged
me to start creatively writing again, which I used to love to do but
hadn't for quite a while! So I began again to try to describe the surroundings and
experiences of my life and the thoughts that I was pondering. One of
my favorite things to do is try to describe a scene in such a way
that you can picture it, feel it, smell it, and be there with me!
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| The small work boat that I drive all summer |
When I'm not at school, I work as a
Captain on a small transportation boat in the San Juan Islands of WA.
This job provides me with so many incredible experiences and my soul
is constantly being fed with the beauty and splendor of the creation
around me! Here is a “painting” of an early morning out in the
islands:
The
First Breaths
Aug '13
It's a gray day. But completely calm.
The surface of the silvery water is
smooth like silk, rippling only occasionally at the disturbance of a
diving bird or a porpoise coming up for air. Reflected on the glassy
expanse is the light gray cloud cover softly blanketing the sky, and
brightening a little now so I know the sun must have risen somewhere
above.
Wispy strands of mist cling on the
rocky point and sweep along the shore, looking like strands of
cobwebs that God forgot to sweep up last night. Up the wooded island
mountainside smoke appears to be wafting skyward from amongst the
trees; are fires burning? No, it's just a trick of the steamy clouds.
The world is still and quiet; I and my
silver boat are the only things stirring in this early morning oasis.
But now a low beach is appearing
through the haze, with small, sleepy houses sitting along the shore.
There at the water's edge a man stands waiting for me, covering a
yawn with a work-worn hand and pulling his hat down as rain
drops begin to fall. I guess I'm not the only one awake, beginning
another day of life and work, moving along to the rhythm of the
islands.
The drops are coming faster and wetter
now – I pull up my hood to go out on deck. With a smile and a
simple “good morning” I welcome the man into my warm cabin. He
answers back and then a comfortable silence rests between us as the
beach falls away behind; it's too early for talk.
It's a good day. The rain will stop and
everything will wake up soon, but for now this is just my own world –
a watery landscape; quiet, mysterious, alive with God and brimming
with possibility. There's a smile in the Creator's eyes, and in mine
too, in anticipation of another day of living and breathing with
Him...
The islands await!
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