Cassiopeia was cast into the heavens as a punishment for boasting that her daughter Andromeda was more beautiful than the sea nymphs. She sits on her throne forever rotating around the north star so that she spends half of the year clinging to her chair. Our first night on the boat she was high in the sky beginning the season for which she must hold on for dear life. We, by contrast, were snuggled together in the warmth of a heated cabin holding on to our dreams for adventure. And yes, we too were at times clinging to those dreams.
Our 3 Little Birds is a 1997 Beneteau Oceanis 381. We bought the three cabin version so that we could give everyone a similar sleeping arrangement as our house; Maya in one room, the boys in another, and us in the forward berth. It also gives everyone a designated place to put their stuff leaving the main table area and galley free of the additional attachments that children require such as special blankets or stuffed bunnies. Having taken everything that the previous owner left in the boat off, we had quite a lot to move in on this first night. Cooking utensils, bedding, food, and activities were all huffed down the dock. But once everything was aboard and stowed, the kids quickly discovered the small pass through between their two aft cabins and set about turning all the lights out so that they could crawl to the others side and tell scary stories. I set about making dinner as Priscilla broke out a book.
This sail boat was made for exactly this; it is a place to live with many of the creature comforts of home, but on a smaller scale. As the wind blew outside and the temperature dropped into the low forties, we were shut inside in our pajamas and bear feet. The warm glow of the cabin lights on the cherry wood, the smell of a hot fall dinner, and the laughter of kids are the memories we had hoped to create and were now, in these moments, creating them.
Of course, as I expressed in my last post, in the midst of this brand new experience we were also our old selves. Our children, like most other siblings I know, provoke, tease, and fight each other. And in contained spaces, like cars and boats, the fighting can reach some disparaging heights. On our first night on the sail boat we laughed and danced (yes, literally) as well as yelled and cried (no, not all of us). We were at times clinging to our dream. But in those moments, the point in life is to cling to our dreams lest we fall off our proverbial throne as we rotate around the experiences we are pursuing.
As Priscilla and I retired to our cabin, we looked up through the hatch to see Cassiopeia shining bright in the clear Fall night. She has always had a special place in our relationship. For over twenty years we have looked up to the sky together to gain inspiration from Cassiopeia; is she in a season of ease or is she trying desperately to hold on to the thing she values. We knew, when we saw her on that night, that we were in the right place. We, like Cassiopeia, continue to try and we also, as a side note, think our daughter is more beautiful than the sea nymphs.