Day 350 - The Game
Three winds to steer by:
A following wind
A cross wind
Into the teeth of a gale
When I sailed, I had no power over the wind that drove my craft out to sea. I could not tell it where to go, or how to blow or even when not to. But I could plot my course by the winds that I saw and I could catch the receding tide and make the most of my ship's eagerness to do what she was built for.
A following wind was welcome but rare. Most often we made our way across winds. Our ship was built keel up, with masts tied into a mighty keel, and with that and a deft hand at reading the wind we crossed the seas and the winds.
Once in a while I found myself faced with wind and storms and rain in torrents. I could have run with the wind, many did, and many ran right up onto the rocks. I was told that it was 'against God ' to work my way out to sea and into the teeth of the gale. I was told to 'let go and let God' do as He willed.
Nonsense. I was not made to give up. I was made to use every skill I have at reading the sea and crossing the wind and fighting for my life and other's. Denying what I was made for is the real denial of the Divine.
So when I hear that I am supposed to turn my will over to 'the one true God' , I laugh. That may be fine for slaves, but my Goddess wants me to engage and try my very hardest to use the gifts I have. In my step three I made the decision to engage my Goddess at every level of my life and to live with the results as a real man will. And to attempt to cop a feel while I'm at it, because my Goddess does have a fine ass and appreciates the attempt, even while she backhands me with yet another cosmic two-by-four.
It is a most fine game.