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Navigation in the Sea of Life


Good Morning Everyone. Happy Monday morning to you all. OK so the clocks might have changed but my body is going to take a few days to get used to this. Here is the almanac here on the Maine coast for the week. Monday High tides at 0513 and 1803. Low tides at 1147 and 2354. Sunrise at 0700 and sunset at 1844.

I include for your navigational efforts this week a chart of Penobscot Bay just off Camden (the dent in the land on the lower left). While you may think this whole place has been charted accurately, such may not always be the case. As the cartographer said who created this thing…”the prudent mariner will not rely solely on any single aid to navigation” including this chart. So while life may seem clear at times, remember that like this chart, some of the assumptions made about what is out there and where it is are based on very old data from the 1800s. Goodness knows that the winter ice or the congressional knife may have removed even the guideposts we leave for other humans venturing across deep water. So take care out there in the world this week. Print this chart out to guide you on your way. But also pack along your wit and wisdom, a good compass, a coastal pilot book filled with wisdom to help keep your spirits buoyant, glasses for seeing things up close, binoculars for seeing things far away, a good leadline to get a measure for how deep you are getting yourself in to things, an intuitive radar to sense what may there in the fog, and a good crew at your side. If you get lost stop before you hit the rocks. Don’t just do something, sit there. Take a deep breathe, listen carefully, get your bearings, and then continue on. The best navigation in the sea of life is performed with a vigilant heart filled with respect for all the possibilities. We wish your fair winds and following seas. We can’t wait to read your logbook when you return safely to harbor.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

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Your blogs sound JUST like you being philisophical .I love them !!! ANNE

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