I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth.-Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Mona's Musings

May 20th, 2010

Sail With Me

My bounty is as deep as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite. ~ William Shakespeare


She stood on the bow of a great ship. With a fondness for rigging and bowlines, masts and yard arms, inbred during her tiny days in a port city; and with the majesty of the sails above her–rippling in the stiff breeze but aching to flex their muscle in a real storm–her heart surged with delight and daring. How did she come here? How was it possible that she, of all people–one grown in the soil of a small world–should be standing like a sailor, legs spread for balance, shifting weight against the roll of a colossal ocean? Only one force could be magnetic enough to draw her away from the well-worn view out her window; away from the beaten path between home and market; away from the faces she knew best and their constant appearance at her door. Only one voice could convince her to leave it all and come over the sea.

So what do you think of my little foray into romance novel-ing? According to Meriam-Webster, a “romance” is a “prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous or mysterious.” My paragraph fits except that the characters are hardly imaginary. Both Dale and I have third great-grandmothers who could play the part of our heroine: Johanna Kirsten Jenson left everything she knew in Denmark, and Mary McGovern Frazer left everything familiar in Scotland for the love of a man. And in the latest installment of this generational epic, I play the part.

In a matter of days, we leave for England. In fact, the next time you and I muse together, I will have vanished from here and will have reappeared there; catapulted by the engine of 767 rather than the tailwind of clipper ship. Minor difference really. The motivation, direction, and emotion are the same.

And although what awaits us over the next year is a personal adventure, I’ll do my best to share the best of it. On Fridays (U.K. or U.S., I haven’t figured that out yet) I’ll post and sometimes podcast (microphone is packed this week) here at Musings (with some new design features including Real Romances) about our exploits — always with a “Hint of Romance”. Every afternoon, I will “share with everyone” on Facebook and will upload lots of photos to albums there. And, beginning the week we “sail”, I will Twitter whenever I’m smack-dab in the middle of one of those “who’da- thunk-it!” kind of places or situations.

“Sail with me,” he had said. Of course, she’d agreed long before he’d asked; her heart sustained by his for too long to beat alone; his faithfulness proven through every ordeal required of a man dedicated to a woman. And now, as the wind whipped their hair and hearts into a passion, the mighty barque felt deserted. So alone were they, that as he took her hands and pulled her close, even the roar of the sea was muffled. She stood on her toes to kiss him, then tenderly brushed his cheek with her lips and whispered, “I’ll sail with you my love…to the ends of the earth and back, but you won’t mind, will you, if all my friends come along?”


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Write your own romance. Record for yourself, for your spouse, for posterity, even for friends, your real love story. It’s way fun and you will love how it brings all the good stuff to the surface.

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  1. Ooh! Ooh!! Think of me when you go to Tesco’s, and when you see Big Ben. And Hyde Park, because I used to play football there every Saturday. Also, you should stop by the BYU London Centre, just to say you did. I’ll send you the address.

  2. Sara Lyn says:

    My little sister asked me this week if I ever thought about my future husband when I was a teenager and asked what I thought about. I remember trying to picture my life with my “Unknown One” down to the littlest details. “What would it be like to drive in the car with him? What would it be like to go to the store with him? Would he even go with me? What would he say when one of our children ….” Etc… Funny, for as practical as I tried to be, I didn’t even come close. And I forgot to think about the romance/adventure. I love the story of how we met. I especially love when people request for me to tell the “long version” of how we met. It’s so romantic! And we’ve had adventure. Finishing school. Driving cross-country in one very long day/night/day. Finding jobs. Determining our future and deciding to go the “path less traveled.” And it’s only been five years. Thanks for reminding me of the story behind our everyday life.

    I’m so excited for your new adventure. Think of me when you visit anywhere Mozart may be memorialized. (Of course you’re going to Germany/Austria, right?!) If you go to Munich, will you think of me outside the Alte Pinakothek. (Betsy visited there.)

  3. Heidi says:

    My real love story is currently a mystery–and I am the detective trying to find and solve the clues of who and where my eternal best friend is! Until that part of the story is solved, I try to fill my life with romance or things I love or things that make me happy.

    I did write a different love story a little while ago. I’ll post it on my blogs–it still makes me smile. Speaking of Austen, I should write that story. And I noticed you mentioned anything Austen–that would definitely be me! I think anything else you see will be interesting, too! (Maybe some Church History-like thing?)

  4. Sandee Spencer says:

    Think of me when you see Parisians with their dogs along on walks, shopping and eating at sidewalk cafes. My sweet poodle Gizmo wants to go back to his Parisian roots. And if you can help it don’t miss the Segway tour of downtown Paris with the Fat Tire Bicycle group– can’t be beat! As for London Kait would recommend all the vegetarian fare– falafel’s were her favorite! She did a semester abroad there before her wedding– now nearly 2 years ago. Now her and her darling husband are off for a summer in Tonga together- ever the adventurers!

  5. Debbi says:

    I thought maybe you were relating your own sailing experience from Sea-trek!

    Think of me when you hear a REAL cockney accent, and though I will have to share it with Ashley, think of me if you see anything that looks like it came out of Mary Poppins!

    London Bridge is falling down –
    My Fair Lady –
    and all that rot!

    Can’t wait to hear about your arrival in the Mother land.


  6. Mother Smith says:

    Oh…when I asked my Grandfather…who traveled ALL over the WORLD…what was the most BEAUTIFUL…he said…”ENGLAND”…I have seen MANY ENGLISH gardens in BOOKS…and have IMAGINED me either walking and taking in every petal…or…imagined being given the privilege of “working with my own hands”…the soil in England…and watch over time what God does best…”create a masterpiece”….from my efforts…

    Also, I remember so vividly…sitting in the cafeteria dreaming about my future husband and children…I was only “7” years old…yet, I remember that moment…so many times…Why this memory has come back to me…I don’t know…cause, I couldn’t tell you very much…of what I did or thought…at that age…EXCEPT that ONE MOMENT…

    Have a MARVELOUS ADVENTURE, Mona…I will look forward to your “romantic” moments…in places…I have only READ about…Very Very HAPPY for ALL OF YOU!!! LOVE YOU! Deb

  7. Craig Williams says:

    Every time I gaze into the soft blue eyes of my sweetheart, I feel the rush of the first time. The first time our emotions meshed with the gaze of realization we would soon be in love, forever.

    I live my own love story in perpetual bliss every day, lost in the blue forever of her eyes. Let the world laugh, call me a dreamer, a hopeless romantic – I am.

  8. Colleen Tolva says:

    Oh, Mona, I love you and will miss you! May your voyage be safe and sweet and the romance you share carry you over the waters to a new land; but just for one year!
    Your adventures ahead will provide so many wonderful stories and beauty that I know you will share with all of us. How lucky are we!
    Remember I will paint for you your favorite scenes whenever you send them to me.
    One time years ago I had the opportunity with my husband to move to Arizona. It happen so quickly. The decision was made on a Monday and by Friday night we had sold everything we owned (out of a large home) and headed out; not knowing what awaited us there. We knew no one and neither of us had a job. What an adventure we had. We didn’t fly across an ocean to a new land; but it still took mighty faith and trust in the Lord to do it. Of course we moved to a land of palm trees and sunshine and we were blessed beyond our wildest dreams with opportunities. The Lord opened doors and provided our needs.
    Now that new doors have been opened for you and Dale I know that the Lord will bless you and support you as you have faith and trust in him.
    God bless you our dear friends on your journey.
    Will be looking forward to your musings, Mona.
    Much, much love and prayers. Colleen

  9. Sarah says:

    I wrote the outline of what I thought would be a good telling of our courtship. Ours leans towards the unorthodox, you see. That outline alone brought much laughter and cheer to my soul in spite of the hardships. I’ll be pulling that outline out and reviewing the details thanks to this post! Can’t wait.

    Love you!

  10. Amanda says:

    Here’s no surprise for you! Think of me whenever it rains! And when you attend an orchestral concert!

    We shall have to compare notes on our grand adventures, although I fear your adventures may seem more grandiose than mine.

    Wishing you happy and safe travels!

  11. Bri Z. says:

    I wrote something everyday for Grant’s and my entire courtship (and even before when I was only crushing terribly on him). I cherish those pages and read them often as I can. Grant and I love to laugh at my girlish admiration for him and how our romance bloomed full flowered into an adventure that neither of us would’ve predicted would happen so soon. Our journey to Utah was hardly crossing the ocean, but it did feel like leaving everything I knew behind. I was so blinded by romance that I did not think it would be difficult and hardly understood the pangs I felt later on and that they were my heart missing the place and people with whom I’d grown up. Still Grant fills every day with romance and supports me in becoming the very best person I can be, and I wouldn’t trade anything for the happiness I feel in his arms.

    Think of me whenever you see an outdoor produce market (Do they still do those?) I have always wished for the sights, smells, sounds, and beauty of an outdoor market (You’ll remember that Vancouver’s Farmer’s market is indoors; Provo’s sells very little produce, only homemade trinkets). To walk a few blocks from my home, haggle over prices and to buy everything fresh as it can be – That sounds so delightful to me! If you see one, take a picture for me! :)

    I love you! I can’t wait to hear about all your fun adventures!

  12. I’m so excited for your adventure and hope that Brandon and I can experience a similar one sometime in the future. I would love for you to think of me whenever you see a musical. Experiencing London theater has always been a dream of mine. Also, whenever you see kids in knickers, I love that, or babies in big dressing gowns (I’ve always thought that was very British). Enjoy the Journey!

  13. Rebecca Webb says:

    Actually, I already wrote our story. It took me 3-4 years to finish it up. It’s great–pictures and everything. It is wonderful to have. I’ve actually been re-reading parts of it just this week . . . young love–sigh . . .

  14. ButMadNNW says:

    Choose a Saturday or Sunday. Or a day in the middle of the week. Take a train from Victoria or maybe Blackfriars. Alight in Brighton after an hour, perhaps two if you can’t get the express. Take a taxi from the rank or, better yet, stroll down Queens Road. Walk through the shifting surface of the first pebbled beach I ever saw until you get to the water’s edge. Gather a few perfectly polished pebbles into your pocket. Stare out into the waves.

    And think of me.

    (If you’d like a longer stay in my favorite seaside resort, you really can’t go wrong with Brighton House B&B in Regency Square. They’ve been lovely to me.)

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