“I’ve often lost myself,
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.”
― Federico García-Lorca
In the Andalucían city of Granada, one of the birthplaces of flamenco, there is a heightened state of emotion, expression, and authenticity known as duende. It is a “mysterious and ineffable charm” that seems to emanate from the whitewashed walls and ancient cobblestones in the gitano neighborhoods of Albayzín and Sacromonte. Poet Federico García-Lorca said, “To search for the duende there is no map or exercise.” Except when one spends a late night in the hills above the city among the tablaos and cuevas where flamenco is performed with intimate intensity.
Sailing is not just about the wind and the sea; equally important are the places to which Flying Fish carries me.
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Let this be a time of grace and peace in our lives –Fr. John Baker
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