Today’s post was supposed to be about renovations, about befores and afters. About the realization of a plan. Work completed. The light at the end of the tunnel.
And it is. Or it was, at least it will be. But for now I’m thinking of a different kind of renovation. A reshuffle, cobweb cleaning of the mind. The kind that comes over you on the morning of a birthday. The culmination of all the years and days and minutes that have lead up to this very moment.
I sit in my rocking bed, noises of my captain, best friend and one true love upstairs in the galley, fumbling around trying to make me a cup of coffee. I am deep in thought. Feeling warm beyond the sweat of my brow, feeling lucky and blessed and so grateful for all the experiences my life has crossed path with. For the love and love lost, for my children, travels, jobs, struggles, joys… and he pops his head down into the passage, interrupting my thoughts with two bottles of instant coffee – “this one or this one? Sugar?”
I am grateful for the day to day of life. I vow at this moment to make a life renovation to appreciate it all. The salt water splash on my bum in the dinghy rides to shore, the constant rain storms that won’t allow our towels to dry on the line for days at a time. These are part of what is offered, along with the beautiful moments.
I will always notice the way JW’s eyes change colour by mood and lighting and his wardrobe. This morning the green has separated and there is a glowing yellow radiating from his pupils, giving way to a deep soulful grey. I love him. This morning I can see his soul. Like a child, like me. We are two naughty children, dared to run away with our back packs and not much more, opting for adventure and insecurity, and there are times we cling to each other with a fear so powerful it knocks us over. But we get back up and scamper around, learning how to sail, to live island to island, one mishap to another, broken boat part to the next, creak in the mast, leak in the hatch.
We have recently completed some long discussed changes to make this boat our home. It has taken a lot out of us, spiritually and financially. But it feels like progress.
It feels like a home that could take us places. Far away places, both spiritually and geographically. And as long as I have his warm strong hand in mine, I’m up for the challenge and the ride.
Below, some pics of the renos:
|Making due - trying to make the purple velveteen cordouroy sofa look ok...|
|Life during renovations|
|Life during renos 2|
|When they cut out the wall of one of our heads|
|All the innards are gone, right down to the hull - OMG, it's so thin! There are holes!!!|
|The completed top cupboard! My new pantry and linen closet!|
|The completed bottom cupboard - to be used for tools and captain stuff|
|Finally collecting Shiloh from her unnatural home - heading back to the water!|
|En route through the boatyard - good riddance!|
|The renovated saloon - new chair, upholstery, table, and cut off nav seat (on the left - now a cupboard)|
|A view from further back - including new suede stools for foot rests, storage and seating!|
|And a view to the right....|
|And here's Shiloh - back in the water, new graphics proudly displayed, and a happy crew onboard|