By Angie Amundson

When I left the Navy, I thought I was no longer a Sailor. Yesterday I realized I am still a sailor. I traded the aircraft carrier for textbooks, sailing the oceans of mind and spirit. Ideas, like the wind, fill my sails, pushing me towards ports of theory and modality. Each day is different; one, a calm dawn of understanding, the next, turbulent waves of doubt. Universal truth is my North Star, intuition my compass. I sail where the currents take me, no predetermined destination charted out. The riches I seek are knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

I am a sailor.


1 thought on “Sailing

  1. I know the feeling. I am a zookeeper, forever and always.
    Keep sailing, sister!


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