Come Sail Away

Relaxing through the dark nights sailing, when the world is quiet. Think about it, dream it.


With those inspiring words from CanonChefTom, my writer's block was broken today.  


Thinking back to the only other cruise we have taken, I remember a very crazy experience that was on the heels of one of the most devastating times of our lives.  Two weeks after our son Aidan was delivered into the hands of the Almighty, my husband and I set sail from Miami.   


Since my husband was only a permanent resident of the US at the time, our travel options outside the States were limited.  Cruising was the best option, as we would be able to travel without special permission for him.  It was also a great idea for an all-inclusive vacation.  The sole purpose of this trip was to be able to get away from everything and  have time to privately grieve the loss of our child.   There were MANY mishaps on this trip.  But now, thinking back, I can remember the great parts.  Sometimes it's not easy to do that when you are in the middle of it.  You can only see the bumps and rocky times.  


Skipping those bumps, I remember the peace.  One of those bumps caused us to have four out of five days at sea (instead of just three).  Hubs and I spent a lot of time casually strolling around the ship, lounging in deck chairs, and doing absolutely nothing but being together.  


We watched the sun set every night over the Caribbean Sea.  The water, gently lapping the side of the ship, and the wind, flowing over the decks of the ship, created a symphony that is unlike any other.  We reconnected under beautiful orange, purple, and red skies and over blue water.  We healed under the power of time with nothing to do and nowhere to go.  I needed the world to stop, and for that five days, it did.  

Our next cruise will take place after we celebrate ten years together and five years since that first cruise.    The circumstances are much happier this time, but the expectations are not different.  I want the world to disappear for a few day (seven this time).  We are looking for some things to do at our stops, but it is not imperative that we have every minute planned.  That, in itself, is a stretch for me.  I am used to planning, organizing, and arranging.  I have been making a few plans, but for the most part I am content to let the week take care of itself.


For seven days, I have promised to relax.  I have promised to let the water take us away.  Ziggy will be well cared for under the watchful eye of his Nana, so that concern will be covered.  I am looking forward to the art and music that only nature can create.  Peace, comfort, and relaxation: through the dark nights...when the world is quiet.