Reading at sea

Today is a day of reflection, not so different from another day. I have taken some time to read on this trip. Dressed up and sitting in this amazing and beautiful library. Surrounded by pages of wisdom and titles and experiences of people who took the time to write. Is there anything more noble than writing to share wisdom with the world?

I have read a few heartfelt books on personal development so far, today, The Gift of Imperfection by Brene Brown. She writes like she speaks (I have heard her on YouTube recordings). What a lovely soul and great gift to the world.

This day the sun is shining and the seas are calm, almost no movement at all. Some hazy fog like patches. I am sitting in front of a window on the second floor of this library, atop the spiral staircase and surrounded by rich dark wood shelves, green carpet and wall posters with the names and life dates of some of the most famous authors of all time. I see why people love this ship.

Women dressed in skirts and slacks, hair in place, make up applied and adorned by some jewels. What a treat to be surrounded by women who dress as if they care about the selves and first impressions. Many speaking foreign languages, German is very common on this ship. When announcements are made, they are also said in German. This is a world cruise. People traveling the world on this ship for up to 4 months. I am learning who these people are. Very experienced cruisers, retired and wealthy of course.

Imperfection comes in every language and size. We all have the same hours in the day and the same opportunity to have the life we desire. We all are influenced by our self talk and the encouragement of others. We all have shame and fear, courage and hero within. We all have a story of how we got here. We all make choice daily, minute by minute of what our tomorrow will be.

Back to the ereader, and my mindful experience on this incredible ship. Thanks for joining my journey and giving me your compassionate support today and every day. This moment reminds me of that song “you are the wind beneath my wings”. You know who you are. Please feel free to comment on this blog so I know you were here and thinking of me. It matters.

Love Pam