I am a very, very blessed man. A fact that I am aware of each and every day.

How is it that the greatest tragedy of my weekend was having to choose between sailing (for a second time in two days) or playing ultimate frisbee?

How is it that I have a wonderful family who loves me and is always there for me?

How is it that I have a woman who I love completely and, in turn, loves me the same?

I am very blessed.


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The water is my sanctuary,
The boat is my pew,
The sky, the pulpit from which comes God's divine oratory.

As I was out on the water this Sunday morning, I was reminded of John Muir, who spent his Sunday mornings climbing the jagged peaks of the Sierra Nevadas, or hiking over the frozen faces of soaring glaciers in Alaska. A deeply religious man, Muir always wondered why men should choose to build places of worship to God, when God himself had created the most spectacular and marvelous cathedrals in existence. Nature, to Muir, was one of the greatest gifts of God and the embodiment of His perfection.

How right he was.....