It’s virtually impossible for anyone to sail on the sea of life without potentially passing by or into some maelstrom like disease, socioeconomic collapse, natural disaster, troubled relationship, family loss, or war. So, as I sit in the crow’s nest of today, March 4, 2020, I scan the horizon, looking for swirling water I might avoid by a simply adjusting the jib or even by jibbing. Changing the angle of the jib would allow me to proceed by piloting a course that avoids the whirlpool. Jibbing would keep me under the doldrums of inaction.
Because all of us, to use the Homeric phrase, must sail the “wine dark sea,” all have to choose between jibbing and swinging the jib. Personally, I prefer the latter, even though by doing so, I reroute. What’s your preference, sailor? Are you going to jib or realign the jib?
Because all of us, to use the Homeric phrase, must sail the “wine dark sea,” all have to choose between jibbing and swinging the jib. Personally, I prefer the latter, even though by doing so, I reroute. What’s your preference, sailor? Are you going to jib or realign the jib?
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