Gold Boat Journeys

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May 3rd, 2012 by littlegoldboat

Creative Voyage

Buried Gold

Ploughing a Field

The photograph of the little gold boat from the National Museum of Ireland’s Broighter Hoard is used by permission of Irish silversmith Eileen Moylan. The boat was among a group of exquisite gold artifacts found in 1896 in a farm field near Limavady, Northern Ireland. Finding the objects buried about 14 inches deep and covered in mud, ploughmen Thomas Nicholl and James Morrow did not realize at first that they were gold. The hoard included the boat, two necklaces, a bowl and a hollow collar called a torc. The boat was so badly damaged by the plough that a goldsmith needed to restore it. It measures 7.25 inches (18.4 cm) by 3 inches (7.6 cm) and weighs 3 ounces (85 g), has benches, oarlocks, two rows of oars, a paddle for steering, grappling tools, three forks, a yardarm and a spear. The boat and other objects in the horde may have been offerings to the Celtic sea god Manannan Mac Lir. They date from the early Iron Age in the 1st century B.C.E.

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May 16th, 2012 by littlegoldboat

Boatful O’ Fun

St Brendan Stamp from Faroe Islands
To celebrate the Feast Day of Saint Brendan and (not coincidentally) the birthday of our gold boat jester, Brendan Wayfarer, I’m taking a break from the serious business of sailing through life for some good, old-fashioned comic relief. Let’s start with a few quotes (always a good way to launch) from Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde, two witty wordsmiths who never fail to transport us into health-giving gales of guffaws.

According to Uncyclopedia, the ”content-free” alternative to Wikipedia, ”Mark (‘Marky Mark’) Twain…was the real name of author Samuel F. H. “Fog Horn” Clementine Clemens. Twain is often called ‘The Straight, American Oscar Wilde.’”  This bible of balderdash goes on to describe Twain’s storied life in stand-up style, right down to the list of his published works. (“Insolents Abroad” is my favorite.) No one would be more amused than Twain himself, who (sincerely) said, “Humor is the good-natured side of a truth.”

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April 23rd, 2012 by littlegoldboat

All Aboard

Medusa_by_Caravaggio

For the past week, I’ve submerged myself in planning our next family voyage. We’re landing in Newark, New Jersey, for a week-long roadtrip to Ithaca, New York, the Hudson River Valley, and New York City.  The creative exercise of jigsaw-mapping a vacation together helps prolong the adventure by building anticipation. The four of us (my husband, two college-age daughters and I) debate the who, what, wheres, and hows of the itinerary remotely, via Skype and texts.

During the seemingly endless process of comparison-shopping for flights, hotels and a rental car, I’m like the Gorgon Medusa. If my husband threatens my island of bookmarked websites, hotel reviews, pop up windows and active searches, I’ll shoot him snake-eyes that all but turn him to stone.  The source of my monstrous temper? The conundrum of launching a champagne-yacht itinerary on a beer-barge budget. Read the rest of this entry »

April 11th, 2012 by littlegoldboat

Listing Toward Life

Balancing Fish SmallI started throwing all my bucket lists overboard just over a year ago. Set adrift by my employer and uncertain of my next career move, I began doing what came naturally–pursuing the activities that have always kept my life at home afloat. Instinctively, I buoyed my battered spirits with reading, writing poetry, listening to free podcasts of my favorite radio shows, discovering new music, gardening, hiking, baking and volunteering. I began creating a list to live by, an everyday list for the present.

Around that time I read about Bronnie Ware, an Australian palliative care nurse who recounted dying patients’ regrets in a post on her blog, Inspiration and Chai. Ware discovered that her patients’ five most common deathbed regrets were over missed opportunities. They wished they had  had not worked so hard, had the courage to express their feelings, stayed in touch with friends and let themselves be happier. At the top of the list: “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.” Looking back, they wanted to be proud not of what they accomplished in their lives, but of the way they lived.

Missing from the deathbed regret radar were the kinds of fame-courting feats you usually find on bucket lists: winning (fill in the blanks) the lottery, a starring role on Broadway, the Boston marathon; getting rich, thin, promoted; being the first person on Mars; the only person to climb Everest without a rope. The problem with records is that they beg to be broken, and superlatives like more, better and best never stick.

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March 31st, 2012 by littlegoldboat

Ship of Fools

St Brendan Small

For April Fool’s Day, Gold Boat Journey’s shadow captain, Brendan Wayfarer, is going above board. Part figurehead, part avatar, part screen name, Brendan is our social media sailor. He shares his birthdate and birthplace with the real saint, Brendan the Navigator, who was born in Tralee, Ireland, around 480 A.D.

After scanning his  interests and activities on Facebook (mead making, bog snorkeling, pilgrimages and all sports teams named the Vikings), you might conclude that Brendan is a slightly quirky adventurer. In reality, Gold Boat’s mascot is the strong, silent type who never travels. His profile photo shows the St. Brendan statue in Bantry, Ireland, with a crow perched on its head. It’s true: Gold Boat’s man of mystery was sculpted in metal.

Although Brendan is a fictional character, he’s as indispensible to our voyage as a lookout in a crow’s nest. Yang to my yin, rebel to my reticence, Houdini to my handcuffs, he’s me in reverse drag, a male pen name like the ones George Eliot and other women writers once needed to get their work published. Read the rest of this entry »