Captain Michael: We started this week with a question.
Can words change water?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I’m still not prepared to tell you t
We started this week with a question.
Can words change water?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I’m still not prepared to tell you that water understands praise, anger, prayer, or intention.
But after spending a week thinking about water, I’m pretty sure of something else.
Water has been changing us for a very long time.
It taught us to yield without surrendering.
To be still long enough to see clearly.
To return.
To persist.
To adapt.
To go low.
To carry and be carried.
To accept that sometimes the tide goes out.
To remember that the surface is never the whole story.
And maybe most of all, to stop confusing rigidity with strength.
That one has taken me a while.
I used to think strength meant holding the line.
Standing firm.
Pushing through.
Being the fellow who could carry the load.
There is still value in all of that.
But water taught me something else.
Strength can bend.
Strength can wait.
Strength can change course.
Strength can become still.
Strength can accept help.
Strength can leave and return.
And none of those things require us to become less of who we are.
Maybe that’s why human beings have looked to water for wisdom for thousands of years.
We recognize something in it.
Or perhaps something in ourselves.
A life is not a straight line.
It moves.
Changes shape.
Finds obstacles.
Overflows.
Runs dry.
Fills again.
And somehow keeps going.
So I’ll finish this week where I probably should.
Not by claiming to know what water knows.
But by admitting how much it still has to teach me.
Good evening from the boat.
And thanks for spending the week by the water with me.
#WhatWaterKnows, #LessonsFromTheSea, #Perspective, #Philosophy, #WellLivedLife, #SailingLife, #CrypTok
Captain Michael: We started this week with a question. Can words change water? Maybe. Maybe not. I’m still not prepared to tell you that
We started this week with a question. Can words change water? Maybe. Maybe not. I’m still not prepared to tell you that water understands praise, anger, prayer, or intention. But after spending a week thinking about water, I’m pretty sure of something else. Water has been changing us for a very long time. It taught us to yield without surrendering. To be still long enough to see clearly. To return. To persist. To adapt. To go low. To carry and be carried. To accept that sometimes the tide goes out. To remember that the surface is never the whole story. And maybe most of all, to stop confusing rigidity with strength. That one has taken me a while. I used to think strength meant holding the line. Standing firm. Pushing through. Being the fellow who could carry the load. There is still value in all of that. But water taught me something else. Strength can bend. Strength can wait. Strength can change course. Strength can become still. Strength can accept help. Strength can leave and return. And none of those things require us to become less of who we are. Maybe that’s why human beings have looked to water for wisdom for thousands of years. We recognize something in it. Or perhaps something in ourselves. A life is not a straight line. It moves. Changes shape. Finds obstacles. Overflows. Runs dry. Fills again. And somehow keeps going. So I’ll finish this week where I probably should. Not by claiming to know what water knows. But by admitting how much it still has to teach me. Good evening from the boat. And thanks for spending the week by the water with me. #WhatWaterKnows, #LessonsFromTheSea, #Perspective, #Philosophy, #WellLivedLife, #SailingLife, #CrypTok
We started this week with a question. Can words change water? Maybe. Maybe not. I’m still not prepared to tell you that water understands praise, anger, prayer, or intention. But after spending a week thinking about water, I’m pretty sure of something else. Water has been changing us for a very long time. It taught us to yield without surrendering. To be still long enough to see clearly. To return. To persist. To adapt. To go low. To carry and be carried. To accept that sometimes the tide goes out. To remember that the surface is never the whole story. And maybe most of all, to stop confusing rigidity with strength. That one has taken me a while. I used to think strength meant holding the line. Standing firm. Pushing through. Being the fellow who could carry the load. There is still value in all of that. But water taught me something else. Strength can bend. Strength can wait. Strength can change course. Strength can become still. Strength can accept help. Strength can leave and return. And none of those things require us to become less of who we are. Maybe that’s why human beings have looked to water for wisdom for thousands of years. We recognize something in it. Or perhaps something in ourselves. A life is not a straight line. It moves. Changes shape. Finds obstacles. Overflows. Runs dry. Fills again. And somehow keeps going. So I’ll finish this week where I probably should. Not by claiming to know what water knows. But by admitting how much it still has to teach me. Good evening from the boat. And thanks for spending the week by the water with me. #WhatWaterKnows, #LessonsFromTheSea, #Perspective, #Philosophy, #WellLivedLife, #SailingLife, #CrypTok
