Monday’s slow, steady rain kept me below deck. It started before dawn and continued. I looked for something to do. I needed something to do. I donned the pods and mounted my elliptical. I moved my feet and closed my eyes. I opened my ears and shut out the rain. I listened.
I thought I was moving forward because I felt the movement. I felt the waves as they broke against my bow. I felt the wind blow against me. I felt I was moving forward. I wasn’t. The charts surprised me when I checked them yesterday morning. I was not moving! Did Bohu and the anxious orange piranhas do this to me? Can’t I trust my own sight and emotions?
My elliptical machine is old (not as old as me) and rusty (rustier than me). But my feet moved the squeaky machine’s corroded components more than either of us expected yesterday morning. An old sailor’s voice filled my ears with sounds that resonated into the depths of my spirit. The Spirit used the words to fill my mind with thoughts, and my heart with courage. I listened for 45 minutes. They passed in seconds.
My feelings deceived me. The water, wind, and clouds had moved but I was motionless. Why I asked myself, why is it easier to believe what I see, hear, smell, touch, and taste than what I cannot?
Believe it or not, I believe.