Since it is the end of summer… alas, I thought I’d tell this story….
I’ve been on boats and love the water, but never experienced sailing. When offered to go for a sail on a friend’s sailboat, I jumped at the chance. However, our first mate wasn’t the best sailor around.
I quickly settled onto his little sailboat, eager to learn how to sail. Once the motor took us down river, he turned it off and we waited as I watched him adjust the sails to catch the wind. We waited and waited while we watched other sailboats doing figure eights and sailing on winds up and down the waterway.
Behind us, there loomed an old anchored huge steel barge. Were we drifting closer? I tried to trust my sailor and ignore the barge. Are you sure we’re not drifting closer? Trust me, he reminded. Hmmm. I am psychic.
It was growing dark and other boats were disappearing down river. Finally my trusted sailor announced that if we didn’t get back to the marina in the next half hour, it would close and we wouldn’t be able to get to our car to leave.
The dark? The sailor? The river? The looming barge? No other way home?
He tried to start the motor. It wouldn’t start. The shadow of the barge seemed to grow closer and larger . He tried the motor again. It sounded like a bad lawnmower rather than our ticket home. There was gas. It was smoking. We weren’t moving, Only drifting closer to that huge steel barge.
He was sweating. His arm was hurting. He kept trying and trying. The engine was really smoking now, but not turning over. In desperation he finally turned to me and said,
“If you have any ‘Woo Woo’ power, you should use it now.”
‘Woo Woo’ power? Mojo? That’s how he was defining my talents?
Who cares? Images of crashing into the barge, stuck in the middle of the deep muddy river, wanting to asleep in my warm bed propelled me into action.
I placed my healing hands alongside the motor and focused on sending as much energy as I could muster into it.
“Try it,” I ordered.
Who’s your metaphysical sailor now?
He tried the motor again. Nothing happened.
I put my ‘trusted’ hands around it once more.
He tried the motor.
It sputtered, then started and within minutes propelled us away from that big barge and took us home just in time, ‘Woo Woo’ my…