There comes a time when - The Sailing Daydream you had savored for so long starts to fade and you get slotted back into your normal life that you had before you escaped into the timeless and carefree. I look in the mirror and see that the carefree sailor expression (and appearance) is faintly there and the myriad of thoughts are starting to creep in. You don't really want to be unattached forever but it was a dream place. So, just as the days unfold in so do some of the wardrobe from our container that have been waiting patiently and locked away tight. Walking through amid the boxes that I labelled with all importance so I could lay my hands on anything I thought I would need immediately upon our returned. Now unveiling these things wrapped like they were the value of gold I find myself wondering now whether I will have a need for it ever again. It is like I am looking at myself and my life from a distance and seeing what was, what is and what needs to be. Thinking back when packing up our unit I was finding it hard to part with these very things that colored our surrounds and life. Now we have been living happily in a space that is carefree and open to nature and the world and it is time to rethink the importance of this verses that. Funny how the life I led despite being filled with beautiful things, people, places and loads of work was really somewhat undersized in comparison to the vast oceans of living that is on offer. I think the learning about yourself, your vessel and the elements are forever changing and fulfilling. It is hard to explain the contrast and I have seen it in the expression of many a friend face when they hear of our dwelling on the Brisbane River under the bridge. It sounds a tad nomadic but we find it is the freedom from the norm that we love the most. I have to admit 5 years ago we possibly would have had the same reaction. But this life of no reality TV to steal hours from you late afternoon evening, and news reports to laden you down with sadness and helplessness is awash with bliss. So just as our dreams drifts in and out, so do we move in and out of our past and present lives not really sure if the blend of working on water (no not quite walking on water) will dilute or strengthen. One day at a time is certainly the way we go and our plans that were drawn in the sand will either wash away or stay high and dry in our priorities as this current working world ticks along.