“All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.”
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The doldrums is a region in between the Pacific and Atlantic oceans where the winds can be calm or non-existent for extended periods of time.
Imagine a small sailboat sitting in the silent calm waters of the doldrums with just one person on board, you. The boat is going nowhere but at the moment you are happy just where you are. There is enough food, its calm, its warm, its peaceful and relaxing. At night the air is warm and the sky is filled with the pin pricks of bright light. An occasional flash of intense colors blasts across the sky and it all seems so good. There is no tension right now.
The days pass by and still there seems to be enough for now. The idea of movement and the thought of storms and waves are just but a distant memory.
The problem with the picture is just that there is no tension to move forward.
Diane Ackerman writes, “I don’t want to come to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.”
What would get you out of the doldrums?