We let my mother row last weekend.
Tightly ensconced with a life jacket, we let her upon the sound.
Allowing her to go on the Sound was a huge step for us.
Watching her soar over beloved waves, I saw the oars lightly touch the tops of them. I loved how she knew that she was not digging into the water and thus – off she went with stronger strokes in an energy all her own.
She was the happiest that afternoon. Surrounded by her loved ones and rowing – her two loves – she was content.
I wish for more rowing to help stabilize a wandering mind.