Sail

Lonely white sail.

Today the picture turned out differently than I had planned. I was going to do something with two colors, a dark blue and yellow. But as I was cutting paper I started to get the idea of a boat. Of course that led my brain to a poem by Mikhail Lermontov called Sail.

It is about a lone boat far from home sailing in some foreign sea. I’ve always liked the poem because of the last line. And he, defiantly, asks for a storm. As if in storms there is peace.

Personally, I never go out of my way looking for storms. Yet, somehow they seem to find us all the same. While going through life’s trials we often overlook the benefit until some day when time has past and we can look back on them with a degree of introspection. It is then we find that some of the things that felt like they would break us actually made us into what we are. Admittedly, that isn’t always a good thing, we can let challenges make us bitter, but we can also choose to be a little wiser and more compassionate too. It’s really up to us.

I liked the fact that the boat says, in essence, “Bring it on!” And then with the ripping wind and crashing waves threatening to sink her seeks to find peace at the time of peril. Maybe one day I will be able to be like the boat instead of the screaming sailors who are tossed overboard.

About the water — I know it is usually blue, but the poem mentions the currents of light lavender, so that’s the color of the water today.

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