Sir W. Hope, Fencing-Master, 1692 - "What he doth, he doth by rule of Thumb, and not by Art."
We all have a "rule of thumb". Like testing the baby's bottle temp by shaking a few drops on the upturned wrist. In Gulliver's Travels it was "twice around the thumb was once around the wrist"
A businessman I knew told me "20% of clients bring in 80% of revenue"

They seem to be generalizations. Assumptions that we use as a folk history of sorts for getting along.

My brother learned, while in Mexico, that the distance, around once, from the heel of the hand to the elbow was equal to your waist size. I tried, when I was younger, and found it was a good way of getting pants when I could not try them on and there wasn't a size label.

I also found using a rule of thumb in judging people just did not work and, if anything, kept me from meeting and knowing some spiritually rich and interesting folks.
I guess what I am mean is that I like the saying "you can't judge a book by it's cover" when referring to people.
I'll leave the rule of thumb to measurement of things, like pants.

"You need a fast boat"
A fast boat. A fast boat to sail somewhere. Well, I said, if I want to get some where fast, I fly on a jet.
"Getting there" What the heck! Sailing is about the journey. When we make a passage from one point to another it is a journey.

The journey itself is life. It is composed of the elements that give depth and richness to us as living, breathing humans. The Journey challenges us, comforts us, teaches us, enrichens us, and helps us grow. The Journey is what sailing, what life is about.

No matter where you go, There you are.

Hit all the rest stops along the road of life. Stop and look at the sunrises, the sunsets, and enjoy all this life has to offer.

Think and live outside the box.

Sometimes a wee bit of the Irish puts a spring in your step, a smile on your face, and a twinkle in your eye.

Erin go bragh

How many of us had dreams where we are flying? Raise your hands!

A good friend of mine would dream of seeing again. When I was recovering from knee surgery I would dream of running. But to dream of flying, where does that come from? Is it a long lost memory from our ancient past? Maybe, as some folks theorize, it comes from a cellular memory. For what ever reason, a flying dream is one we like to share with those who will not think us crazy or odd.

Something about a close friend that is both compassionate and supportive. They will share in our excitement, support our interest, share their similar experiences, and smile in the communion of sharing. What a joy!
And for those who are critical, judgmental, cynical, patronizing or just plain stick-in-the-muds; You are really missing out.
Viva Familia!

Cultural crafted symbols within the seasons of our lives.
So many contrived holidays, celebratory days, and honorariums. These, no matter how contrived or disingenuous, become milestones, benchmarks, and triggering mechanisms.
Holidays trigger feelings, emotion, types of thinking, and memories.
Memories are echos of the past that are called up by trigger mechanisms.
Holiday memories of the past, with friends, family, enemies, and folks involved in the rituals and trappings of the holiday.

What we want as memories are the pleasant ones. But we are thinking beings who's survival mechanisms are about safety/fear. We survive by not repeating threats to our survival. We remember what is bad to protect ourselves; to survive. But that skill needs to be in it,s place.
The new skill is to allow the warm, satisfying memories to come forth.
It is about recognition of what we remember, how it serves us, and what we choose to accept, and ultimately enjoy.

Right now I remember how poor we were as a family when I was young, but how happy and rich we were in love and family. Tin can lids for decorations, hollow eggs painted, and smiles/laughter all around.
These echo through me as a sweet song sung in the canyon of time.
La Dolce Vida