Anchors are good, and can you even imagine looking up to see that one hanging from the ceiling here in Tarpon Springs?
Oh what a sight it was hanging from the once famous Pappas Restaurant here in Tarpon as I couldn’t help but think of the strength of an anchor and those who have been anchors in the lives of others throughout time, and those ships and boats nearby who depend on anchors both large and small to hold them steady.
Friends are called on like that at time, to be the anchor during times of great stress or times of needing a port in a storm; a place to settle their thoughts, their burdens, an anchor of sorts while they can be still in the torment from within. Perhaps it is a shock that has broken their own anchor from within and their vessel is now churning in waters wild within, and the need for a strong anchor is needed to bring calm back until they can gain control once more, while finding the strength to rebuild their own anchor.
And then there are those times when out of the blue it may just feel like someone dropped anchor on your head and heart all at the same time from land as you were standing or walking through your day… not knowing where it came from. A tragedy or bad news or someone’s response to their own world and reaction to your own lifes work not jiving with theirs.
And out of the blue the anchor drops and hits you squarely where you live out of nowhere.
it could be that tragedy or news finds its way to you; and you sit dumbfounded wondering how could it be that something of such magnitude could happen here right then right now and you feel so helpless to do a thing about it.
Life and its uncertainties.
One more reminder of the fragility of this thing known as a precious life.
One more reminder to take a breath before speaking to another and to realize that each walk with their own moments of time, each have their own times of sorrow, of hurt or things that are hard for them at any given moment.
One more reminder that anchors are good things unless they fall from the sky, or become untethered or fray over time and become shaken from the very life cord that holds them steady in storms of life.
One more reminder of giving thanks to those who are your anchors in this life.
Oh yes, anchors are good things, especially when we have another to anchor us in times of missing those loved ones, in times of walking with us through the storms and times of great pain and times of shock and dismay.
Maybe we should just create an
my thanks to all those anchors in my life, those ships that have sailed and those I have yet to board, the sea is calling and the sail at times must be adjusted with the winds of change.
It is our time to adjust our sails and to reach out for the ropes and to remind ourselves to check our anchors, to tend to those we call our anchors in this life, and those we care for with kindness, caring and compassion.
We have this moment.
Live it well.
Walk in Beauty