Have you ever heard that quote, "A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are made for."?
While it may be fairly easy to grasp the meaning of that quote, to get a real understanding of it may be a little bit more difficult. I mean, last I checked we don't live in the 1800's and have to look only to ships for our main form of long-distance transportation. We just hop in the car and drive. Or grab a flight and fly. or we don't go at all.
But, It's not quite the same. Your actual physical effort and risk in those modes of transport is relatively low.
There is something about the salty ocean scent, wind, the sound of the water against the ship, and the open air that simplifies your thoughts. Even being anchored in the harbor, safe from the open waves, you can start to get an idea of the raw grit that is required to propel the vessel to its destination. But, there is a purpose and point to a ship. It was designed to move through the water, to use the wind to propel it, to carry cargo and treasure, or to explore the 'new'. If a ship never leaves the harbor, there is simply lost potential.
There is absolute value in harboring a ship for repairs, maintenance, man-power, sustenance, and . . . . care. But, everything that happens in harbor is to prepare the ship for sailing again. Not to stay in the harbor.
In many ways, I am in the harbor right now. Recently, I had the amazing opportunity to spend a night on a replica tall ship overnight in the Santa Barbara Harbor. It was absolutely awesome! But, I couldn't help but start seeing a deeper picture. Over the last few years, I have been in a storm, limped my way back into harbor, and have been anchored. That happens, it has to. There is value in all of those stages. But, as I stood on that ship deck, something started opening up in my heart. I am starting to open myself back up to the prospect of sailing out of the safe harbor to move through the ocean water, to be propelled forward into new ventures, and to carry 'treasure' to other people and places. I'm not there yet, I'm still very happily anchored.
But. . . .
the weekend after my overnight trip, we went back down as a family and watched the tall ship sail out into the ocean on an extremely windy day. All sails furled,the ship practically keeled to the side, it was breathtaking to watch. and, that's when the shift started to happen ---
Next time, I want to be ON that ship! I don't want to watch from the distance, I want to experience it.