I wanted to learn to read the wind, to harness its power and feel the surge of the boat slicing through the waves. I wanted the exhilaration of being one with nature. Only now do I realize each sailing lesson is like a Petoskey stone, a rare treasure to be pulled from my pocket when puzzled, when storm clouds rumble ominously around me, when life seems to stall and I feel I can no longer breathe.
Lesson 1
One can sail any compass heading save that which points directly into the wind. Therefore, when face-to-face in a blustering blow or even the breath of a breeze, to sail forward one must first “fall off” the wind, honoring its direction.
The same is true with relationships.
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