Sailing the Schooner Windsong

Post Covid Musings

Water was one a primary catalyst in beckoning me back to the East Coast. My three years in Denver were spent fine-tuning my career, soul searching, taking photographs of other people, hiking, and doing lots of yoga, however, I started to discover a notable absence of water in my daily life.

In the summer of 2019, I spent an unexpected month in my hometown of Richmond, VA and I found myself in or around the water every single day. I remember one day meditating on a rock in the middle of the James river, mourning a project that had just fallen through, and surprising myself by wondering if I would ever want to live here. I’ve always considered myself a woman of the world, and never found what I was seeking in Richmond, until I found what I was seeking inside myself. And then I remembered the generations of history my ancestors have in Richmond, my love for the water, and of course I fell in love…

Flash forward a year and a half.

It was here in November of 2020, that I found myself on the deck of the Schooner Windsong, my new partner on my arm, learning that Biden had just been elected, my new life in Richmond unfolding in front of my eyes, sleeping on water for the weekend. Something had clicked back into place. That day we glided with dolphins, laughed until we cried, sunned topless, and bathed in the ocean, and I rejoiced that I had come home to water.