Land Ho

Around the ravenous breakfast table this early morning a rumour had started to meander, one with proven sea legs, that the Captain was sailing to one of his favourite secret places. A tiny little island hidden from the burdens of time and territory.

It is said to be a place where the barrier between man and his infinite spiritual source is so thin that you can feel its influence everywhere; that if you are really quiet, you can hear its voice speaking to you.

The sea herself can be a spiritual place where the connectedness of all souls can be felt. A knowing that at some level we are all one, accompanied with a silent pleading to open one’s heart.

Time seems to stand still for a moment as I look around at the faces of my hungry crew mates. I am reminded of how much I have been shown of courageous open heartedness, love, acceptance, friendship and soulfulness by the souls sitting at this table.

As I get present to its power I start to get misty, only to hear a voice remind me that mist is not for men but only for the sea herself. I am thankful for this unnamed seaworthy sharing knowing that that is not true for me.

Heard over the Radio this Morning:
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“Household debt reached an all-time high of $1.41 trillion, according to the report. If spread out evenly among Canadians, every man, woman and child would owe $41,740”
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“Canadian household debt is at record highs at a time when interest rates are at record lows and rising.”

For the first time the crew is starting to get a hint of the oncoming financial storm. It is like the flap in a previously dead calm sail, an indicator that the weather is starting to change.

Aren’t Canadians suppose to be frugal and careful (and polite but that doesn’t really apply here); aren’t we in better shape than everyone else; don’t we have one of the best systems in the world? Aren’t we protected from this storm?

What’s true is the storm is already here, all the conditions are already set, you just need to know where to look for the signs.

“Land Ho”