First you have to row a little boat

    I’ve been reading the book “First you have to row a little boat” by Richard Bode. Actually, I read it many years ago. So, I’m re-reading it now (I forgot most of it).  The book describes how the author manages to live his life and navigate through the ups and downs from the lessons he learned as a boy sailing his sloop throught the waters of Long Island.

   I wanted to post a couple of paragraphs from the book that I particularly liked. From Chapter 3: A boys will is the wind’s will:

   “I kept the blue sloop in a long canal bordered by a road on either side, and I would be less than honest if I didn’t admit I took certain pride of ownership. I was always pleased when motorists slowed down to admire the boat, especially when I was aboard, raising the sails, casting away. But if the boat was merely an adornment, like a piece of jewelry or a fancy hat, then it would hardly have been worth the dream.

  No, the boat was more than its wood hull, lead keel, and canvas sails. The boat was the realization of that inner vision of wind, water, tides, terns, and salt air; it was the summation, the epiphany of a boy’s life as it was, as it would become, as it had to be. The boat was not eratz, not a plastic shell; it was authentic, the essence of life itself, the life I craved, the life that rose within me and would not die unless I died myself, every hour, every day, a little at a time.”

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