Guided buy its captain, the vessel eased its way into the protected cove. After crossing the open waters of the Pacific, the crew was ready for a less tumultuous process of the journey that was to be an exploration of predefined and anticipated beauty. The mountains that surrounded the cove provided a sense of greatness that only the eye could digest, and the soul could affirm. With no uncertainty and with confidence, the process of acknowledgment was now confirming the existence of something far more greater than the senses of human and spiritual comprehension. Upon arriving at water with sufficient depth, the anchor was lowered and the process of securing it, began. Releasing enough rode, as to give the tongs the correct angle in which it could bury its self into the rock mixed with clay at the bottom, the connection was made. The captain then set the drift alarm with its parameters, so that in case the vessel drifted out of the established arena, it would alarm the crew of the position in jeopardy and the crew could then adjust or make changes necessary to maintain the anchor of the vessel.
Life can toss us about. Will we find rest? Are there signals that warn us of impending danger? How do we react to them? Everyday provides us with tools and experiences in which we resolve and commit to our journey in this life. The ever changing of tides, weather and navigational options keep the captain always tentative to his surroundings. With many options to situations, which one will be the best? Could it be a good idea that a captain maintains an account of events and situations? GR
