Note: Thanks & appreciation for this special guest reflection by Terry Chapman

Waving
Photo (All’s Well) courtesy of Endurance photographer and Ernest Shackleton

The Winds of Fate
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“One ship sails east and another drives west
with the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails and not the gales
which tells us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate
as we voyage along through life:
‘Tis the set of the soul that decides its goal,
and not the calm or the strife.”

We are all caregivers at one time or another in our lives.  Each gives and receives care.  But when the prognosis is somber, then is the time for “the set of the soul” to take over and guide us to a safe harbor, free of all worries, fears, and obstacles.  We know deep down that “this too shall pass!”

In my life, again and yet again, when faced with challenges and obstacles I remember this poem from my childhood days growing up in Maryland, as this poem and a painting of a ship in a stormy sea, adorned our family dining room.  None of us talked about it; but it was always there as we cared for my brother Ronnie, severely challenged by deafness, autism, and an inability to learn to speak.  We lived day to day with courage, persistence and love, fostered by this nautical metaphor.

What is the set of your soul?

Terry Chapman

3 responses to “Days 127-128 Winds of Fate”

  1. ~liz Wessel Avatar

    Your words and the metaphor are so inspiring, Terry and your message, so true. There is much to be gleaned from your wisdom. In challenging times, our true north helps us navigate through the storms.
    Thanks so for sharing how E.W. Wilcox’s poem provided a north star for you and your family and strength in the visual reminder.
    There is something so endearing and powerful in Shackelton’s photograph, the waving of goodwill and support as the small, small row boat heads out into the vast perilous sea.
    I recall each Sunday when we walked home from church, we would stop in to visit my grandmother, aunt and uncle. When we would take our leave, (after hugs and kisses) they would all come to the door to wave us off. Such a loving gesture…

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  2. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    Wilcox’s poem, the profound photography & your wonderful words, brief and to the point, make this post especially moving, Terry. Yes, with Ronnies, you clearly “…lived day to day with courage, persistence and love, fostered by this nautical metaphor.” And you have helped us live stronger with your marvelous essay. Thank you.

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  3. Terry Chapman Avatar
    Terry Chapman

    Chip, you will always set your soul toward compassion and ministry! Yes, your ship will indeed sail on, comforted in such a trying time of need by softer winds ahead; so full of future hopes, dreams, and promises to keep.

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