When Norm and I began the process of building a boathouse last spring, we thought that it would be a spring project. That the project would take a month, maybe two. But that’s not what happened.
The lumber was delivered to us in early April. The men whom we hired to drive the pylons into the water did this by hand with a contraption that they had built themselves. I am not mechanically inclined and was very impressed not only with their strength and agility, but also their ingenuity.
I am just not made that way.
The dock was completed within a month. But this was not the end of the dream. The boathouse was still unrealized. The storm in my life still raged. Life is nothing more than a series of dreams, anyway. Once one is realized, another takes its place, or another dies. And the storm continues to rage – always will – in spite of one puny person’s aspirations.
But I am not ready to let go of some dreams, in spite of the hurricane’s roar.
Summer came, and we enjoyed the dock with our friends and family. I wish I had taken more photographs, but I was happy, and content to be as I was, not worrying that the moments would be fleeting.
Summer passed. Progress on the boathouse more or less came to a halt. But life’s maelstrom continued – and a piece of the puzzle was just missing. Gone. Poof.
It takes strength to drive into the storm, and I am not strong, so I just kept dreaming about the boathouse, the one change that I welcomed.
First the walls then the roof were erected. “I want to live here,” I told Norm. “You do live here,” he answered. “No, I want to live here,” I said, “in the boathouse.”
There is something about the water that takes it all away. The world is gone, and it – all of it – just dissipates. Happiness does not replace it, but the ability just to be becomes possible.
Installing the electricity and the hoist were the finishing touches. The boathouse was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Norm indulged me a little bit with the light over the entrance and the cedar siding.
He has even said that he will install Christmas lights around the perimeter of the roof. This is a huge deal in our house – Norm is not big into Christmas decorations.
Now it is autumn, and the boathouse has been finished. Complete.
But dreams will never be complete, will they? Not when one still has to live out there, in the storm. Not when one hangs on to the shred of hope that the heart’s holes will be healed, or filled. Not when that piece of the puzzle is still missing.
Even so, I still want to live here, at the boathouse, where silly dreams and inclement weather do not matter. Where that hole in the heart does not exist. Where the puzzle piece remains in place. Forever.
Oh, what a wonderful boathouse ~ I would want to live here too! I do hope that Norm decorates it with Christmas lights, that would be a magical sight, with the lights reflecting on the water. ❤
He did so, Joanne, and it is like a dream. I’m feeling quite Scroogey this year, and his lights did cheer me up a bit. xo
Ahhh, Stacy Lynn, a beautiful boathouse to help weather the storms of life. It really is gorgeous. Isn’t it funny how (like Christine just said up above) that we realize the refuge is within us. Then we forget. Then we realize again. I just had that happen again. May we continue to realize our inner boathouse with its complete safety & surety until we never again forget. Blessings!
The realization and forgetting – quite a ride, isn’t it, Kathy? Wish I could carry the refuge with me even when I’m not there. It’s so hard to do! xo
What a fantastic thing you have accomplished. I know what you mean about the missing puzzle piece, and the longing. It’s helpful to me to realise that I can make things happen in life, a lot of the time, imperfectly – look what you and Norm have done, just starting out with an idea! I wish you lots of happiness in the boathouse, whether physically in it, or in the Platonic boathouse/refuge that is always within you. (Is that a silly thing to say?… you know…)
It is by no means a silly thing to say, Christine. Your words are poetry – as always. xo
I can hear the ache in your heart, and my heart aches for you. I hope you can capture the feeling of living at the boathouse, in some small way.
Your hope is my hope, Elizabeth. xo
hi stacy! nice to meet you, too! first, i LOVE your dock. the boathouse is very cool, too. glad you realized the dream, even if it took a bit longer than expected. i’m sorry for your troubles. since i’m new-to-you, i don’t presume to know what’s troubling your heart, but i hope it will be lifted soon. 🙂 blessings to you and yours and your sweet louisiana.
Thanks, TexWisGirl. It’s a beautiful place, soothing to the soul. Maybe I will live there one day! xo
Dear Stacy, I am so glad you have your dream boathouse. You can enjoy it, despite the hole in your heart not being filled. I keep looking for my dream ‘something’, but I don’t even know what it is….just a place of peace, like your boathouse. My spirit is low, but somehow through the storms, my little flimsy boat carries on, as I bale the water to keep afloat. Perhaps I will find a safe harbour in my own little dream boathouse. Hugs to you.
Thank you, Bonnie – I love the boathouse, though I haven’t even walked down to the dock all week. It seems that life keeps getting in the way. Meanwhile, I have to dream of the peace and quiet I’ll find when I make it there. xo
Mariette's Back to Basics said:
You got one heck of a boat house up on your property! What a lot of work needed to be done, without having all the commercial tools that are available for big projects. The more I admire the end result.
Enjoy it and this is a perfect spot for dreaming. Yes, dreams do scatter once in a while as life seldom adheres to our plans… My plans got thwarted too as I ended up for 6 days in the hospital for a minor thing, just because my ‘old’, rare, autoimmune disease decided to flare up once again! But I’m grateful to be home since Monday evening and doing better. Fall leaves in Tennessee will be around again next year to make the trip back to Knoxville University where Pieter studied Business Administration in 1986 and where I took my Parents sightseeing in April of 1987… Just loved to go back with Pieter together and enjoy. But we all dream on!
I’m so happy that you’ve been feeling better – a trip to the hospital is never fun! I have never been to Knoxville, but I imagine that it is very beautiful this time of year. I guess I can start dreaming about it. xo