No boat, no bike,....

Cathy and I are having to endure separation anxiety from our beloved motorcycle. We thought by concentrating on our next "phase" of life it would ease the pain. But it's difficult to maintain that level of sailing nirvana when you have no sails billowing over your head...or anywhere around you for that matter. Yet we continue to see and hear happy bikers every day.

Every once in awhile we toy with each other saying how it would be nice to get another bike. But we loved the one had. So what would have been the point giving it up if only to buy another? The same danger exists.

Well...I know the answer. The spirit to be free still dwells inside the two of us. And both the bike and the boat represent a vessel to provide that freedom. And by Cathy saying she wants another bike, she is saying that living without one isn't really living.

So, in the meantime, we exist in a dormant state, waiting for our new vessel.