fail, fail again, fail better...

-- Samuel Beckett

saw this on a random writer's blog the other day. it's short and sweet, needs no real explanation. in fact, to explain why it spoke to me threatens foreclose the possible meanings for others...

hibernation...

You may be inclined to think that's me way up that mast. While it certainly looked fun, I have to say I was the one at the helm that day. It was the first sail of 2008 on Augusta and the wind was blowing 20 knots out of the North with beautiful sunshine all day. It is days like this that inspire me to continue with Epilogue. It's been a long, cold winter and I'm just now waking up from hibernation to dive into "the project", as I affectionately refer to it. It's been a bit slow going, getting back into the rhythm of things. Part of it's frustrating but mostly it's because after nearly three years of giving every spare moment to this boat, I've decided to put some balance back into my life and start living again. Really, I've just now started coming out of the hibernation I went into three years ago. I've been hunkered down with a combination of laser beam focus on rebuilding this boat and a somewhat unconscious circling of the wagons in an effort to somehow regain some sort of footing. I suspect recovering from this sort of trauma takes place on a much deeper and often unconscious level. It feels like spring is thawing out parts of my life that have been in a deep freeze for three years. I feel the warmth of the sun on my face, I see crisp shadows, I smell fecundity all around.