There is nothing quite like falling asleep to the gentle sway of a sailboat at anchor. A large cradle swinging me gently from side to side in the protected embrace of Sister sailboat.
And then there is the quiet. An absence of sound so profound, that it is full in spite of its emptiness. Save for the call of a pileated woodpecker ashore, there is pure silence. I am full of this silence and am grateful for places like this where it still exists.
“See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence
….. we need silence to be able to touch souls.“
– Mother Teresa