Yesterday, we had Wade and Jane over for a lovely lunch and conversation. It was a soaking rainy day, so we stayed indoors, but close to the windows so we could see some of Cia's gardens as we ate. We both find Wade and Jane to be positively inspiring people, and we feel so fortunate to have found their friendship just a few years ago. 

I was inspired today by some stories from the Bible's book of Acts, especially the story of "the rushing mighty wind" that swept through the hearts of the earliest followers of Jesus as they gathered in a room. I sometimes think of that kind of inner wind as I'm sitting silently in the Friends Meeting House on Sunday morning.   

Today is the birthday of John Masefield, who wrote this famous poem that my dad loved:

Sea Fever

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BY JOHN MASEFIELD

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.