Frowns are habits
Our body leans into postures
Habits
Our face does too
I woke this morning feeling poor
Anxious
Melancholy
But it was just my face
Conforming to its usual routes and highways
I opened my door
Stepped outside
7 floors up from the foaming white wake that curls brightly behind this gorgeous ship
Gracefully carving her way through a tumultuous ocean
Teaming with life
Owning it
Majestic
The sunrise at sea
The fresh salt air
I breathed
And smiled
A new habit forming
Sent my face due warning
Laugh lines would soon appear
It is silent but for the sound of the waves
It is still but for the subtle roll of the vessel
In meditation
I asked this ship to teach me how to sail and to steer
For what is life but a vast ocean of unsteady and uncontrolled motion
That we must learnt to dance lightly over
Rather than falling in
Hello from the high seas! It’s amazing out here.
