Journal Entry
From the journal of Minnow Gray
Being out on the boat has always been my favorite place, with its freedom and adventure and seductiveness of the unknown.
We humans must be hardwired for it to a certain degree in order for our species to survive. It’s the dreamers and the risk
takers and those who persevere who make history, isn’t it?
There’s also something about the space and silence out here that makes room for things to bubble up from my unconscious mind.
Tonight I was lying on deck under the stars when I was hit with flashes from my childhood. The white of my mother’s teeth
when she smiled at me. My father singing along to his Neil Diamond record using a bottle for a microphone and making me laugh.
Me tucked between the two of them on the bed during a thunderstorm, warm and cozy. I was so young when they died that every
memory is something I guard with my life. My absolute worst fear is to stop remembering, because then they would really be
dead.