Solace

Antolin Rivera only publishes twice a month, while I have been watching for him, anyways. I suspect he is widely read, but he seemingly is indifferent to his limited commentariate. Antolin sails and races on a wide variety of boats; he is mostly fond of his Laser, Cheesecake, in whose tiller extension he has embedded a piece of jade. Antolin writes,

Enter Solace.

I have several sources of precious solace but none better than the solace found on the water, out there where nothing is but the sea, you and the vessel you burden.

Yeah, the grand cathedral of creation receiving one more hungry soul. Her face changes all the time but mother ocean is always there for us. Her winds a whisper or a scream, her watery skin calm or agitated, her, always present in all her unabated glory. In her I find solace. Tiller in hand, I ride her surface. Feeling the wave under my vessel, the winds in the sail, the perennial motion of her substance. Absorbed in this environment solace presents itself. I lose myself in the moment, however long the moment lasts. And in those moments, innocence is found and a loving mother embraces my soul and whispers in my ears the words....

There's more! But this is church. This lights my chalice!