A Place Between Journeys.

When I arrived at my harbor, I had just weathered a tumultuous and long-lasting storm... the kind of a storm that no one wants to experience...the kind of a storm that comes from human error, poor judgment, and bad decisions that were made outside of my will, by one who was close to me. That said, I now know what it means to carry a cross for the sake of someone else.  Simply put, forgiveness is the answer.....But, I am not a martyr.... I  have my faults too (as do those who pass judgment).  I survived that storm in part, because auto-pilot kicked in and carried me one nautical mile after another, until the shore was in sight.  So too, I survived because of the grace of God's angels....those of heaven and those of earth....those who helped....those who kept vigil in the lighthouse. I shall forever be grateful to them. Ultimately, I found safe harbor and only came in off of the water once the sea was settled and the winds shifted directions.....at last......gently.

Looking ahead, I see that the inner harbor not only provides a haven for reprieve, recovery, and restoration, it also provides a place for reflection, planning, and anticipation. I am only now beginning to dream again, to plan again, and to enjoy the moment that I am in once more .... that place between journeys....a place where the morning air beckons.....a place where I can make new acquaintances, reconnect with old friends, chart new adventures, and.......live!

Welcome to Patricia's Harbor

The "winds of change" are sometimes gentle. If you have ever sailed on glassy water and you could still feel the breeze on your cheek, then you know just what I mean.  Other times, the winds are suddenly wild and the waters are turbulent. The inner harbor beckons. Yet, experience knows that it is best to stay out on the water, reef the sail, drop the anchor, and turn the bow of the vessel into the storm....

Life is all about change - sometimes gentle - sometimes not.  Sometimes as smooth as glass - sometimes not.  Sometimes enjoyable - sometimes not... At least for me; it is about change. 

There is nothing like coffee in the galley during the early  morning hours, and nothing like the song of the halyards as a hot summer day turns to nighttime behind the protection of the breakwater. Even the subtle changes of daybreak and nightfall are part of life.  The "winds of change" are my constant.

Ahoy! Welcome to Patricia's Harbor...a place between journeys.