Captain Michael: Nature has little use for hurry.
The tide leaves.
The tide returns.
Neither apologizes for arriving exactly when it s
Nature has little use for hurry.
The tide leaves.
The tide returns.
Neither apologizes for arriving exactly when it should.
Perhaps we make life harder than it needs to be because we rush to fill every empty space.
Every silence.
Every pause.
Every season of waiting.
Khalil Gibran seemed to understand that an open hand can receive what a clenched fist never will.
Sometimes peace doesn’t arrive because we found something new.
Sometimes it arrives because we finally stopped holding on.
Fair winds,
Captain Michael
Captain Michael: Nature has little use for hurry. The tide leaves. The tide returns. Neither apologizes for arriving exactly when it shou
Nature has little use for hurry. The tide leaves. The tide returns. Neither apologizes for arriving exactly when it should. Perhaps we make life harder than it needs to be because we rush to fill every empty space. Every silence. Every pause. Every season of waiting. Khalil Gibran seemed to understand that an open hand can receive what a clenched fist never will. Sometimes peace doesn’t arrive because we found something new. Sometimes it arrives because we finally stopped holding on. Fair winds, Captain Michael
Nature has little use for hurry. The tide leaves. The tide returns. Neither apologizes for arriving exactly when it should. Perhaps we make life harder than it needs to be because we rush to fill every empty space. Every silence. Every pause. Every season of waiting. Khalil Gibran seemed to understand that an open hand can receive what a clenched fist never will. Sometimes peace doesn’t arrive because we found something new. Sometimes it arrives because we finally stopped holding on. Fair winds, Captain Michael
