Friday, September 25, 2009

All Aboard!

~ No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.
Destiny is made known silently
. ~

Agnes DeMille

So that's how I got here. On board the Destiny Empress. Seemed like a good idea at the time, to sign on for a mystery pleasure cruise along the river of Letseewhathappens. But the ship got spun around in the spiralling undertow of habit and caught up in the tenacious shoreweeds of inertia.

One has grown accustomed to the quiet spaciousness of a deserted ship; the silent nights on deck, gazing up at the moon and stars; the long winter nights with the hatch pulled shut, huddled in blankets, serenaded by the yowling winds, motionless in the frozen sea.

The monotony is occasionally relieved by bands of roving tourists, thinking that a night or two of revelry on board the Destiny Empress will grant them temporary amnesia. Their ultimate reward, however, is their ability to return to shore and continue along their own paths, sending back gaudy postcards that trace their journeys.

The Destiny Empress is overdue for an overhaul. She is not meant to rust in the shallows of complacency. Perhaps no trumpets will sound, but her engine will thrum once more.

"When that fog horn blows, you know I will be coming home."


  1. Fabulous Mad-Lynne ! You've created a gem of a mood here... by golly, makes one want to climb on board and put to sea, escaping the shallows and weeds for the deep blue where the whale roams and the orca spouts, where the rum flows freely... gorgeous piece of writing my friend, you've outdone yourself ! Ahoy thar !

  2. Avast me hearty! Glad to see you stirred your stumps and clambered aboard, rum at the ready. We'll just have a wee nip while awaiting Saj. I believe she's bringing a whole keg of rum with her. If we drink enough, we'll get the feel of our sea legs (or lose all sensation in them) and prepare to put to sea.

    I'm happy that you enjoyed the writing. Truly. I think I must have blown all my creative fuses on it today because the painting did not go so well tonight. But maybe it will look better after a few hot toddies.

  3. When that fog horn blows...and I want to rock your gypsy soul. Great song, Lynne: the upside of that ride to nowhere. And great metaphor of melancholia in your story. Sometimes we just need that quiet, still break before we hear the fog horn and once again find our gypsy souls. Great post!

  4. Thanks, Margaret. My gypsy soul is polishing up her silver jewellery and dusting off her Tarot deck.

  5. That's why it won't be enough to know how to build a ship, one has to feel the desire for life as well.
    A wonderful life filled Sunday to you.

  6. How perceptive, Robert. How very true!

  7. Am still getting over the mental image I have of Owen's stirring stumps!!
    I am a sook when it comes to the sea, I love the idea of it but I just know that I would spend the whole cruise clamped to my bed, with the only whaling going on would be wailing...sea-legs I have not, but I do believe I make up for that with my sailors appetite for a wee tipple!

  8. Aargh. Happy to see you finally showed up, Saj, with the keg, if not the leg.

  9. Your blog makes me think of "Little Gidding" -

    We shall not cease from exploration
    And the end of all our exploring
    Will be to arrive where we started
    And know the place for the first time.