Sunday, February 22, 2009 6:01 PM
It was just me for this one, as I suspected it might be. I?m glad I got a chance to check out the venue?it?s really cool! Sitting right on lake union, it?s full of interesting nautical paraphernalia, and the library has a pleasantly worn, homey feel, with historical canoes and other artifacts hung from the ceiling. The walls are lined with a collection of sailing and marine-related books.
I decided to play one of Moss?s games, "putting my question to the world" and seeing where my gaze fell in the room, prepared to look at its symbolic meaning in the moment. I immediately noticed a book on the bookshelf to the right of me titled A Gypsy Life. I opened it to the first chapter ?Of Dream Ships and Fish Poison? and copied down this passage in my laptop:
?That walk to the boatyard stands out vividly in my memory: the dirt track splotched with puddles from a recent shower, a bend in the road, and, suddenly, stretching out from our feet, a brilliant carpet of saffron-yellow butterflies all supping from the small pools of murky water. As we approached they took flight, a shimmering haze of gold. Rather symbolic as it turned out?all that gold fluttering away.
I first glimpsed Edward?s dream ship as she stood all alone on the slipway, a black silhouette against the evening sky. Unusual among Baltic traders, her stern was tucked up, neat and heart-shaped, while her hull curved as gracefully as a newborn moon.?
- A Gypsy Life, ?Of Dream Ships and Fish Poison,? by Clare Allcard
When the winds are favorable, I hope our collective dream vessel will set sail . . . in the meantime I?ll think about what sort of refurbishments may be necessary to make her seaworthy. Any ideas?