“I know I don’t get there often enough/God knows I surely try/It’s a magic kind of medicine/That no doctor could prescribe.” –Jimmy Buffett, “One Particular Harbor”
This is a sentiment that runs through my head quite often. My one particular harbor isn’t a definitive place; it’s a mindset. Physically it might be the lake or the ocean for me; figuratively it’s wherever my mind needs to go for serenity.
And I often find these places in passing. Once upon a time concerts at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center provided an oasis in the madness of my life. Singing, swaying, communing with all of the other concertgoers was fun.
For many years I taught tennis during the summers. I loved being outdoors teaching tennis to kids who were having fun learning. Every afternoon we worked with teenagers who formed a community team. Our two hours daily time was filled with drills and competitive play. Plus we had matches against teams from other areas, mostly country clubs.
My summers were a combination of tennis, friends and parties. I was in good shape and enjoyed the social interaction. It was a time of freedom and frivolity. It was a time of work and responsibility. It was a time of reading out on the porch after an honest day’s work. It was taking night classes to catch up on credits. It was attending concerts on a warm summer’s night when we were young and supple and carefree. It was summer romance blossoming at the local keg party. It was so simple and so natural.
It’s gone now but remains vivid in my memories. As summer begins to slide into fall, I am reluctant to let it go. But I know the journey to that one particular harbor is just a thought away.