Eighteen full moons have come and gone since my pilgrimage’s path was altered to solo travel. Two trips out of country, my father’s passing, two knee’s under going total replacement, another test providing video proof that my head is not up there, contrary to popular belief of many family members and friends.
The time has come to weigh anchor, turn into the wind, set the sails, fall off the wind and take a new bearing. Contrary to the appearance of all of Meredith’s and my travels of the world, we were homebodies. As I have stated in other screeds, the only thing we did not do together was drive the 2.8 miles forth and back to the shop. Meredith always felt you just needed to have some space. What was once our sanctuary has now become a heavy weight on my mind and heart. Thirty-five years of memories are layered in every space in the house. Memories of conversations, meals, laughter, crying hang heavy in every room. Through circumstances which I will not digress upon here, I am the owner of slightly under two acres of land on a ridge line two miles Southeast of Morganton Georgia. Downtown Morganton consists of a two pump mom and pop gas station/ mini-market, post office and several business, not all of which are open and has not changed since my grandfather purchased this property in the mid 60’s. There is not even a stop sign in town. I have started to improve the property and, if all goes well, by April I should be able to use this log cabin as my mental sanctuary.
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I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
Cause I’ve got to be free, free to face the life that’s ahead of me
On board, I’m the captain, so climb aboard
We’ll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I’ll try, oh Lord, I’ll try to carry on
I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We lived happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship, we headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away, come sail away