I am inspired by two of my favorite bloggers, Helena Hann-Basquiat, Dilettante and Benjamin Prewitt to share a music video. I hope they, and all my readers enjoy this staggeringly beautiful song by Natalie Merchant. May all beings be well and happy.
I finally made it home after being hammered by storms and held down in the lee of Port Hadlock for nearly a week. I’ve had little internet access and only able to make an occasional post. It’s good to be back and have more time read and interact with my fellow bloggers.
I’ve been anchored in Port Hadlock for 5 days. Actually, after being pinned down here so long I’ve come to think of it as Port Headlock. As soon as I start to haul in rode, a sound rises from the far north, a deep rush of sound that gives me pause, and my hand is stayed from weighing anchor.
Since the Equinox, the weather has taken a nasty turn, with savage gusts from the Austral quarter of this turbid globe cast into the swirling cosmos. After long, night-watches, I see the gale steam the weather-glass a frenzied, vaporous scene of genesis. The glass is the vessel which holds the primordial spark and the damp, hylic goo of the Prima Materia in a seething, Hylic confluence. The torn north hangs rain-slanted like a black curtain fallen over the final act of a Doric sea tragedy.
Like I said, it was a nasty storm with gusts to 70. But now I pace the deck and see over the port beam, young men learning the old shipwright’s trade at the Northwest School of Wooden Boat Building. A vessel went by that’s based on the old longboat design of Vancouver’s rowing/sailing launch and skipered by a young, pretty lass who calls from the bow with all the assurance of an old salt. Does my heart good to see the old tradition of working sail carried on by such eager hands.
Lily hurt her foot when we docked at East Sound for our dance. Then yesterday, a storm blew up from Southeast, blowing a good 35 knots with gusts to 40. Old Hand took a hammering at the public dock while Lily lay below getting seasick. But the local EMT team were there in no time to get her off the boat, up to the nearby Oddfellows Hall where we had a wonderful event despite Lily’s injury. It was a sweet circle praying for peace in this stormy world.
More beautiful poetry by St.-John Perse.
I’ve been working on 2 guest posts for Katie Sullivan’s wonderful blog, the D&A Dialogues. The experience has inspired this video. I will reblog the posts here on A View from the Wheelhouse.