and now that this is so, i'm afraid that anything i write will not be believed, for i hardly believe everything myself. is autobiography rendered fiction if the protagonist herself cannot trust the verity of the plot?
this week alone i have met 2 kings, been to 5 different countries - went skiff sailing in 3!
just now I came off the water from sailing on lake balaton in hungary, southwest of Budapest. there was little wind, and i rigged up with the president of the 49er sailing class and went for a sola sail on the water. after so much engagement and meetings and introduction as i begin the long lobbying process for reconfiguring olympic sailing (big project!), need to be reminded of why we do it all in the first place.
a soft upwind, and then an easy kite run lazily hanging on the wire, and as i rounded up for another lap, a zodiac full of kids zoomed up and i invited one on board - he's a 49er sailor from the local sailing club. they're heading to Garda tomorrow for an event, and i'm invited... when i get off the water the whole of the staff at the local club bustle to the water's edge and help me pull my boat out, roll sails, blades in bags, the zips and clips of the cover at last.
"kosonum" i say with a smile, my eyes brimming with the joy emanating from within. a thank you so true it's hard to say anything more.
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