Missed Boat
There was a time
when I looked at other people’s
expansive homes,
their accomplishments,
their travels,
and I got the sense
that we had somehow
missed the boat.
We hadn’t gotten news
that the boat was going to sail
or that there even was a boat.
Meanwhile,
we just focused on steering
our beat up canoe
through seemingly endless rapids,
sometimes getting out
to carry it
through the shallows.
But now, I think-
it has been a really good life
after all.
I love it here,
close to the ground,
the water.
I have given up the fantasy
of catching up with the boat
that, in reality,
probably only existed
in my dark imagination.
Because, with maturity
and a willingness
to take a deeper look
at other people,
I can see that most of us
are just doing the best we can
to steer our own vessels,
which sometimes float gently
through clear, deep currents
and sometimes
need to be portaged
through the shallows.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Happy Sunday morning! Here is a new one. I think one of the great things about growing older is how naturally I can let go of things that used to bother me. Comparing myself to others and worrying overly much about what other people think of me are two preoccupations that I am glad to bid good-bye. Anyway, I hope that you have a clear, deep current kind of a week. Thanks for taking the time to read and to share.
Thanks, I needed that. Paul
Glad I could help, Paul!! Thanks for the great music last night!! It was amazing!
Lovely and O So True. Thank you.
Thank you, Paige!
That will ground anyone. Loved it!
Thank you, Maria!
Loved the sentiment, loved the photo, loved the connection. You’ve inspired me again ~
Thanks, Pat!
Beautiful writing, Maria. Thank-you for sharing your wisdom. ❤️
Thank you, Ellen. Glad you liked it!!
Yep. We are beat up canoe people too. This one resonates with me. Thank you.
Yup. It gets you where you are going.Thanks, Peggy. So good to see you last night.
remember that old wooden and fiberglass green leaky canoe we had as kids? i miss that boat.
Ha ha! Did that thing ever float? It must have weighed a thousand pounds!
Well said! Your words touched me.
Thank you, Karen!