Thursday, May 7, 2009

Life Aboards

ALOHA! WELCOME!

The very pink of perfection."
Oliver Goldsmith



New Docks, where never a boat has tied up.
This is the first night that the lamps are lit,
My husband's friend said: "Why not buy this boat?"
"What will I do with it?" asked my guy.
"You could LIVE on it!"
"Oh yeah, Cloudia would love that!"

And here my troubles began.

As a person, perhaps an artist, who has constructed my life from improvised materials I had to concede the logic of it. Especially here on this island of high rents and upstairs neighbors who might well be recent arrivals from a Pacific culture where it is customary for extended families of several generations to live and SING together - or worse: college students!
We would have privacy and quiet. That was 17 years ago (this September), two cats, a college degree, multiple jobs & careers, novel publication, birth of a blog, and several harbor masters ago. Where did the time go?
You can read about some of the amusing aspects of life afloat here:
http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-week.html
and here: http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/2009/01/boat-living.html
But all in all, with another harbor inspection eminent (which will determine our continued tenure here in the Ala Wai) I face both the past and the future with gratitude for this life we've created.
While I perform MANY functions specifically related to this life (indispensable ones ;-) it is my husband's Kuleana to orchestrate, prepare for, and perform, the dance of inspection. Pukui & Elbert's Hawaiian Dictionary (the bible!) has a large entry for the word "Kuleana" reflecting it's importance in Hawaiian Culture. Some of the English synonyms that I find appropriate to this situation are:
Responsibility, concern, right, privilege, jurisdiction, affair, reason, function, justification, a small piece of land.
He has prepared well. We should perform safely and well. But the sea is it's own jurisdiction and a capricious one. A wind may come up, a rogue wave might rear, an engine could sputter. My home and refuge could lie on pounding rocks - ALL extremely unlikely, but the sea, and government bureaucrats have ways we might not always understand.
Meanwhile, every day at the end of a line seems precious. There will (after all) be an end to everything at some point. My feeling is one of gratitude for this dear life afloat on the sea of living. "Savor the moment" is not inane - it is the sum of wisdom. Last night, preparing for sleep, I reflected on this familiar old boat and familiar, sweetly broken-in life and conceived this:

Big Old Boat
like a grandmother's house
rocking in the sea of night
as we
in her bosom
dream and sleep tight.
So thanks to the shipwright
and thanks to the twain
who cuddle dry
in a hole in the sea
misted by moon kissed
rain. A L O H A! Cloudia

16 comments:

  1. sounds like another synonym for Kuleana would be sea trials...man the bilges mates and hoist the sails off we go again to sail the main.

    Remember it's a boat when docked but a ship when at sea.

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  2. LOVE the ocean curl! Rockin' in a boat is comforting. Does your boat have morning dew on it each sunrise? The 24' open-bow ski boat we had on Lake of the Ozarks (don't laugh) would have morning dew. DrumMajor

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  3. Love the poem!

    Savour the moment is soooooo very important.

    Hope all goes well, Cloudia!

    (Thankyou for directing me to Bubblewench and the lonely giraffe!)

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  4. Incredible photos. Hope all goes well for you. (Love the poem)

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  5. You are becoming quite the poet, Cloudia. Beautiful. I loved it. Aloha.

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  6. Crossing digits the inspection goes well ... aloha, Cloud ...

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  7. My husband's friend said: "Why not buy this boat?"
    "What will I do with it?" asked my guy.
    "You could LIVE on it!"
    "Oh yeah, Cloudia would love that!"


    And here my troubles began.


    Ah, so that's how it started! LOL

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  8. Okay, picture this, my husband's sitting next to me at the kitchen table, both of us at laptops, (I have the Mac, hee, hee) anyway, right when I get to your blog and gasp at the sight of Clark Little's shot of the wave, he is reading an e-mail from his step-dad featuring several Clark Little shots. What a remarkable photographer. Holy smokes. I am totally blown away. One fantastic unbelievable image after another. WoW!

    I love coming to your blog. I love the poem. I am still processing Clark Little's talent. Elizabeth

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  9. What an inviting tunnel that wave presents - at least for mental exploration!

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  10. I'm blown away by the photographs today, Cloudia!

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  11. Charles: ;-)

    W. Man: Thanks for reminding me, you old salt!

    Drum Major: Hairballs, but no dew.

    Ralph Rocks! (Check out his unique blog)

    Grandpa: Coming from YOU That's quite a complement. Thanks!

    Tricia, Ake, Deborah, Wil, Gran & Elizabeth: You folks too, are SO appreciated for your visits and comments.

    Thanks to EACH of you, my bloggy friends!!!!
    AAloha

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  12. Beautiful photo! Love the wave curl.

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  13. It seems like an idyllic existance living on a boat Cloudia, and one many would envy. Do you ever take it out for a sail?

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