IN A STORM not even the wisest seafarer knows how long it will last.

If you have a sturdy ship and a destination ahead then half the storm is beaten.

With hindwinds or headwinds sometimes it be better to remain calmish; wait it out, lie ahull, bobbing about in the tempest, trying to live life as normal as you can, inside a washing machine.

Sometimes you must fight storms — always if your back is against a rock and a hard place.

Mariners invariably accept a hard place rather than shipwreck on a rock, and all that instant destruction.

Most humans will fight until final nanoseconds to maintain their position in a hard place rather than founder on that rock.

A brighter way might be adding a bit of fun to a hard place.

A gale can turn from gravity to frolic by you just enjoying the hurdy-gurdy wave-ride and the sheer thrill of it all.

In every storm in life there is learning.

Storms are like going back to school.




The storm hits. The bell rings.

Adults are forced back to school.

When we were children we were so small, and the teachers tall.

Pupils were powerless, had no choice, but to learn.

If you fight learning then your school life, and your adult life, becomes a bore.

All children will grow, bigger than the schoolroom desk, so you won’t feel so small anymore.

You will feel big. And powerful.

No tall teacher now to tell you what to learn.

You as an adult go about life as if you, and your friends, have learned everything.

Sure everything works.

Then a storm hits.




Whirlwinds. Everything’s falling apart.

Fears of foundering.

Ship listing.


Now the adult is again back in school.

The typhoon becomes the classroom.

The adult-turned-pupil is learning to cope inside a tempest so as to successfully master this and every other life-storm ahead.