I love sailing. I’ve always been a sailor. I used to own a 30 foot gaff-rigged sloop named Spray. I lived on my boat, worked mid-watches at the radio station and went sailing every afternoon, rain or shine. Those were some very happy years for me. I imagine a sailboat putting to sea, sailing away from the land. Watching it from the shore, it gets smaller and smaller and eventually disappears over the horizon. Upon seeing that, one might think that the sailboat had ceased to be, but we know the truth. Looking at that same horizon from an opposite viewpoint, the sailboat would have just appeared. It would seem to have just come into being. Death is like that. It all depends upon one’s perspective. We don’t cease to be when we “die.” We just continue upon our infinite journey. It’s really no big deal. It’s all just a part of life. It’s all good. . . . .

Love and Light