I was squeezed into a rocket simulator with my three oldest daughters. Stong, brilliant woman. Each very much their own
person, each with their own mission. Apart from placing us into Hyper-sleep for the trip to Mars and firing various
navigational rockets on our short centrifugal trip to outer space, they are each masters of their own destiny.
As I pondered the event it occured to me. Precious moment of my life are passing by at blinding speed.
When I try to grasp how much is happening without my awareness, and how those I love are growing and changing, with no
further need of my nurture or advise. I feel pinned to my chair as if I was accelerating again in that
rocket.
Exhilaration is also a part of these emotions, because the development of my children astounds and delights me.
While it also diminishes the "me" who was.
The me of now and tomorrow has a different mission than the me of yesterday. I must adjust to the new speed of
life, and hold on as my youngest daughter approaches her blast off point.
One universal constant more certain than the speed of light is Love. All else changes, Love does not. My Love
for them could not be stronger, and will never fade.
I just need to strap in for the ride, because it is quite clear these women are going places.
I have been singlehanding the boat alot recently. Working out the kinks of flying the Spinnaker
with just two hands, and a very cheap autopilot. I had the boat sliding along at 6 knots in a 10 knot breeze
jut after this picture was taken. It was a real blast. Even more fun if anyone wants to join me...
