Tis the set of the sails and not the gales that tells the way we go. (119/365)
Ever since I was young, I've had a very special bond with my Grandpa Al. We decided when I was in my early teens that we were soul mates. Not in the way you traditionally understand that term, but in a way that we both understood. We've always been able to tap into each other's spirits in a way nobody else can. In many ways, I am just like my grandpa. I love to tell stories, and often times I run off on tangents that take longer than the original story itself ever would have taken to tell. I don't like people to rush me to my point. I'm proud. I'm passionate. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And it doesn't take much to make me tear up and get emotional. These are all traits I believe I've inherited from my grandpa.
Every year for probably the last twenty years, my grandpa writes me a special note for my birthday. He always includes some bits of wisdom. Perhaps a poem he wrote, perhaps the words of another poet. But he never ceases to pass along some idea to me that he believes (and rightly so) will help to shape me into a stronger, warmer, better woman. And every year I've tucked those notes away for safe keeping. I pull them out occasionally, and invariably wind up tearing up as I read them. But there are a few quotes that have stuck with me so firmly that I need not pull out the letters to be reminded of their sentiment. The title to this photo is an excerpt from a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox that my grandpa included in a letter to me during my junior year of college. It pops into my head at the most obscure times and fills me with warmth, love and comfort.
I can't think of anyone besides my parents who has influenced me in the way that my grandpa has. I hope that I have become the woman he always believed I would be. My gut tells me that I still have a ways to go. I'm sure my grandpa will weigh in on this at our 4th of July barbeque this year.
One Ship Sails East
One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.
Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
'Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 88
TOTW: nostalgia
Tis the set of the sails and not the gales that tells the way we go. (119/365)
Ever since I was young, I've had a very special bond with my Grandpa Al. We decided when I was in my early teens that we were soul mates. Not in the way you traditionally understand that term, but in a way that we both understood. We've always been able to tap into each other's spirits in a way nobody else can. In many ways, I am just like my grandpa. I love to tell stories, and often times I run off on tangents that take longer than the original story itself ever would have taken to tell. I don't like people to rush me to my point. I'm proud. I'm passionate. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And it doesn't take much to make me tear up and get emotional. These are all traits I believe I've inherited from my grandpa.
Every year for probably the last twenty years, my grandpa writes me a special note for my birthday. He always includes some bits of wisdom. Perhaps a poem he wrote, perhaps the words of another poet. But he never ceases to pass along some idea to me that he believes (and rightly so) will help to shape me into a stronger, warmer, better woman. And every year I've tucked those notes away for safe keeping. I pull them out occasionally, and invariably wind up tearing up as I read them. But there are a few quotes that have stuck with me so firmly that I need not pull out the letters to be reminded of their sentiment. The title to this photo is an excerpt from a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox that my grandpa included in a letter to me during my junior year of college. It pops into my head at the most obscure times and fills me with warmth, love and comfort.
I can't think of anyone besides my parents who has influenced me in the way that my grandpa has. I hope that I have become the woman he always believed I would be. My gut tells me that I still have a ways to go. I'm sure my grandpa will weigh in on this at our 4th of July barbeque this year.
One Ship Sails East
One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.
Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
'Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 88
TOTW: nostalgia