Unmoored

In the late afternoon sun I watched the reflections of mooring posts ruffled by the breeze on the water.  I found myself at the water's edge after receiving a phone call that brought my world to a screeching halt.  While I was sitting there, watching the gulls and the sail boats, I noticed a the gulls perching on the mooring posts nearby.  As I looked at them, I felt that familiar ping on my soul's radar.  The more I looked at the weathered wooden posts with the array of mooring lines attached to them, the more I felt myself moved by them.  Again, I learnt something from the seemingly mundane.  These thoughts became fodder for this sketch.

 I realised we all need moorings in life - friends, family and lovers. But the most important ones are internal and self-made. I hope that I can be a mooring post for others at times - to hold boats firmly against the drift of the current in stormy water;  to stand alone at times and wait patiently for the boat to come ashore; to provide a vantage point for visiting gulls to watch the world go by for a while; or simply to be a place of quiet rest. Sometimes life demands that you cut mooring lines with the faith that there will be new moorings in the unknown. If we could each be a mooring post for at least one person in this world, surely it would be a better place for all.  There is real beauty in simple and mundane things if only we take the trouble to look beyond the obvious.