The boat transports in many traditions celestial bodies across the sky – such as the Sun and the Moon – or the dead to the afterworld.
We frequently find drawings in megalithic tombs (towards the end of Prehistory) depicting the voyage towards the Island of the blessed.
In Scandinavians regions, drawings of boats made during the Bronze Age symbolized another reality, the cosmic revolutions. In Egypt, solar boats were placed next to the Great Pyramid of Giza and were believed to transport the sun across the sky during day time, whilst during the night, these boats would shed light in the kingdom of the dead.
In Christianity, the boat retained basically the symbol of journey, of the crossing of life.
Now you take the floor: what do you associate with the boat?
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I associate the boat with Odysseus and his constant perseverance to complete his journey back home.
My assiate the boat of a transport way of the body, most of this earth is covered with water and a boat makes us able to travel great distrances to see the beatyfull earth and trade goods. Maybee the sailboat sould be upgraded so the water don’t get poluted, by the boats with engine.
Sorry,I am helpless.Cant do the thing with the picture.Maybe s easy,but I miss something.
Now that I see Tango,I remember the course for dance I took part years ago.I was almost always in pair with a boy younger than me,but much taller.We had so much fun! Especially when it comes to Tango,we used to emphasize the movements …Was really nice time.Memories are sometimes a big treasure chest.
thanks cigarra i’ll see what i can do
You may have right,dearst Paul ,but …and don`t be angry of me(PLEASE),just for them who are able to dance TANGO!!!
It is a very passionated and not so easy to dance-discipline!
I know you meent it methaforically,and I found it beautiful!
Specially because I`ve learnt it aprox.3 years!
Don`t beat me ,please with your “special Tango words”!
Love,
Mirela(the woman in elevator)
Boat-a capsule for travel to the finite spaces of up-and-down,left-and-right,in-and-out,that imprison our commonsense perceptions of the physical world we inhabit.
Boat is for the see. See is life. You can drown. You can swim and be i danger of sharks to eat you. Or you can create a boat. Something of your own hands. And safely get to Itaca.
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In this blog you can only to do copy and stick the link of your image (-Show image to friends-…to understand us)but in blogs or in comments that approve the images you can copy and stick the link before of -Show…- that is
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Dear cigarra i have the same question as alexandra in what adding the picture is concerned. i did what you said: went on http://www.imageshack.us/, i uploaded a picture, i have all those codes and now? :)) what am i supposed to do next in order to make it appear next to my name here on blog?
thanks ,I will try that soon.All the best
Ciao Alexandra, you can search in another open window http://www.imageshack.us/
there you can upload an image of yours in your computer…attend…then choose!
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European Boat.
The European Common Market.
hi paulo,
to me the boat signifies the soul – the atman, the boatsman signifies the master or the guru who takes you – the boat across the ocean of life and death to where you truly belong, for it is only the boatsman – the guru who knows the way………well you can find you own way but you could get lost in sea………and haven’t we spent many lifetimes doing exactly that.
thanks,
juhi
No 32. The IChing. Symbol – a boat between two shores. Enduring. That which moves from one place only to return. When one cycle finishes another begins. There is no end – the relationship continues though there are dips and swells, the journey is never broken.
About htlm links…So sorry.For me computer language almost equals with Chines…I dont understand much.I wonder how others succeed in adding the picture here.If somebody can help,would be nice,bye
The boat.I am not sure if the title is he same,but I try.I had read about Ghilgames and his friend ,brother Enkidu.The text is considered the oldest text ever found,was written on pieces of clay.In that legend,story,whatever was it,at a moment did appear an old man who was building a huge boat for saving the world,and even the bird who was sent by God as sign of peace for humans.Is interesting to notice that stories did repeat in so many places or periods.In order not to get boring,I will avoid to go on with the story.Only I say,that Enkidu was made by Gods and sent on Earth to balance Ghilgames,who was a bad king.Indeed,the two become as twins,completing each other.I think is about the fact that a friend can act as a mirror,showing us our face and deeds .
womb..
water
voyage
rock
waves
sea
mean of transport
infinite
distant shores
destination
enigma
return to the source
Bateau..força, tempete, estrutura, independência, fluidez, viagem, imensidão, infinito, luz…
MARG,
Ca
Recently I had to undergo surgery. When I came round from the anaesthetic afterwards it was with a jolt of terror. I rushed into the light of the world from the blackest and darkest of darknesses. For a moment I thought I was in a little boat, rocking on a dark sea. Later I found that they had had difficulty in awakening me.
‘La nave’ Giorgio Gaber
[parlato]: Una nave grande, enorme, che va, va, va. Non si sa dove va, non si sa quando è partita. E sopra: tutti. La nave è la vita.
La nave è come una nave
ed essendo una nave è abbastanza normale che vada in mare.
Il mare, com’è naturale,
immobile e piatto è quasi perfetto sta lì sempre uguale.
La nave ha anche un motore
ed avendo un motore non sa dove va ma continua ad andare.
Avanti, avanti, avanti, si può spingere di più
insieme nella vita a testa in su.
La nave e sopra la nave
a parte le masse, son tutti presenti gli amici e i parenti.
[parlato]: Manca solo il nonno, povero nonno.
Per tutti c’è un buon trattamento
ognuno ha il suo posto nel proprio recinto
mi sembra anche giusto.
[parlato]: Prima classe, seconda classe, terza classe e poi le donne, i negri, eccetera, eccetera.
La nave è una nave di classe,
il legno del ponte è dipinto di bianco è molto elegante.
[parlato]: Bello questo ponte bianco, è un ponte meraviglioso, bianco, guarda che ponte bianco. Non ho mai visto una nave rossa: un po’ volgare effettivamente…
Avanti, avanti, avanti, si può spingere di più
insieme nella vita a testa in su.
Sul mare la nave biancheggia
ha un fascino strano così suggestiva anche quando beccheggia.
[parlato]: È un fascino che di dentro… mi sento poco bene, però,eh.
Ma basta distrarsi la mente
usare il cervello, pensare un istante a qualcosa di bello.
[parlato]: Sì, devo pensare a qualcosa di bello che mi distragga, che mi passa il mal di stomaco. Vediamo un po’, a cosa posso pensare? Alla mia ragazza, sì, a Maria, “Maria la libertà…”, Maria il vomito! (1) Dio… Ecco ce la faccio… sì, sì, mi concentro, ecco sì, sì mi vedo… la mia mano scivola sì, scivola, scivola sui capelli, sì, va giù, giù, sì, sulle spalle, sì, va giù sì, sui seni sì, va giù sì, va giù, va giù… Mi torna tutto su…
Il mare, com’è strano il mare,
non è che non senta la sua poesia ma mi fa vomitare.
[parlato]: Devo pensare a qualcosa di più convincente, a un dolore, un dolore enorme. Al nonno. Sì, al povero nonno. Ha sempre funzionato il nonno. Sì, vediamo un po’… Mio nonno morì tragicamente nel Trentasei, come Gozzano. Gli ero così affezionato, era massone, alto, bel portamento, coi baffi, col fiocco. Aveva sposato la zia di una biscugina, l’Elvira, sì, te la ricordi? Che vita povero nonno. Ogni tanto spariva. Bevitore eh, gran bevitore… a un certo punto il fegato… a pezzi, spappolato, putrefatto… sto male. Mi torna il vomito, devo resistere, non posso essere il primo, devo resistere!
Avanti, avanti, avanti, si può spingere di più
insieme nella vita a testa in su.
Il mare è un po’ troppo vitale
la gente si sbianca ma fa resistenza non vuole star male.
[parlato]: Pensate al nonno! Al nonno!
Sul ponte che è fatto a tre piani
in terza e in seconda e anche in prima si sentono rantoli strani
[parlato]: No da quelli di prima non me l’aspettavo….
Il mare diventa più grosso
dai piani di sopra su quelli di sotto si vomita addosso.
[parlato]: Una battaglia, una battaglia che cresce: quelli di prima vomitano su quelli di seconda, quelli di seconda su quelli di terza. Lo scontro è sfrenato, violento, la gente rimanda, reagisce, boccheggia, un prete esorta a volersi bene, poi si inginocchia e vomita anche l’anima. Un carabiniere mi tiene, allora io mi puntello, cerco di vomitare verso l’alto ma non ci arrivo. Quelli di sopra hanno la meglio, si sporgono più che possono per vomitare, una vera cascata, una violenza, uno scroscio di conati, un rovescio di filamenti, la nave è tutta piena, tutta piena di vomito…
Avanti, avanti, avanti, si può spingere di più
insieme nella vita a testa in su
insieme nella vita a testa in su
insieme nella vita a testa in su
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHS9vflXavw
I feel blushing.Paul ,Thelma,thanks a lot.You are so very kind.Wish you wonderful time,peace and love.Take care
In the lesser practiced tradition of the Bauls of Bengal, the boat symbolises the body and soul it carries. A mystic Baul sings this beautiful song:
This body of mine – that’s a boat in every sense
Now been released in the name of thee- my guru!
If I am drowned, its a shame on thy name – my guru!
My body was barren and bare
Guru came and made a garden out of it
Today the garden is in full bloom!
I am carrying the fragrance of the garden
In the boat of mine – in thy name – o guru!
Jai Guru
Amitava
I like how things – and thoughts – can change in my own self from day to day.
This morning is really beautiful here: so sunny, warm, with a deep blue sky and a warm breeze.
So, today, the boat to me means just a sailing boat on the lake. A calm silence, that it is not disturbed by the gentle sound of winds on the sail. And, yes, sometime you can also hear some little wave caressing the hull.
Boat is peace, and I like it even when it’s going nowhere.
Love and peace and gentle waves to everyone
Rossana Curri
Last night, as I went to bed, I lay down and thought of the word “boat” and what it means to me, and as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, this is what I saw:
I am standing on a grassy shoreline and the ground beneath my bare feet is soggy. Ss I step into my little, narrow boat, the mud squishes between my toes and cakes on the bottom of my feet. I am alone here, surrounded by mist in this dim light. It is impossible to know if it is dusk or dawn; it is impossible to know if this is a pond, a lake, a river, or perhaps some bay leading out into the infinite ocean. The fog is to thick; I cannot see the opposite shoreline. There is no way to know how long the crossing will take, how much energy it will require of me. I have no paddle. Only one long pole. The water is shallow. I stand at the front of the boat and propel my little wooden vessel, pushing first on this side, then on that. I can feel the mud at the bottom as it sucks at my pole with each thrust. There are reeds and tall grasses jutting up from the surface of the water, and I can hear the sounds of unseen animals – reptilian, amphibian – slithering and padding, falling with a splash, off of half-submerged logs as I pass. I hear grunting and croaking, moaning and growling. A small watersnake slithers up beside me and attempts to reach its head over the lip of my boat, bumping along the side as I glide past, silently, steadily making headway through the mist. And though my arms are growing heavy and my legs tired from standing, the journey proceeds much the same as this through most of the night. Then, just before dawn, I am awakened by the sound of something heavy cutting through the water, someone or something trudging up beside me in the shallows, and I realize with a start, that I am no longer standing, but lying, half-submerged, as in a bathtub, in the bottom of my little boat. For how I have been sleeping, I do not know. My hair is wet; the blue cloak I wear drifts around me, also soaked, floating like an oil-stain upon the water in the bottom of the boat. I awaken with a start, just as a hand reaches out and clutches the prow, pulling me around, and with one heavy push, thrusting my little boat toward the shoreline, where it comes to a sliding halt. And then that same hand reaches out to me, offering to steady me and guide me, as I step out onto new ground. The mists now are behind me – this is dawn. My first reaction is to shrink back, to find cover, to stay were I am, all curled up this small wooden hull. But then I look up to see the face smiling down upon me, and I reach to grasp a familiar hand outstretched before me. In the instant that my hand is enclosed in his, I know that the journey is over. This is the place I am meant to be – this is home.
Journey, Recepticle, Moon, Sea, Tide, Wind
Body, Vessel, Physical House of the Spirit
Ebb & Flow
Cosmos, Stellar,Angel, Light
Egypt, Breathing in and out
Calm & Storm
Fishermen & Nets, Sailing, Adventure
Having something tangible to stand on
Protection.
http://130.91.80.97:591/PDFs/11-2/The%20Kyrenia.pdf
The Kyrenia ship. A symbol of Cyprus.
The ship symbolizes the Journey, Odysseus’ journey, LIFE.
Thanks Alexandra, yes in the journey we are … ADAM+EVE!!
Thank you, dear/est Paul from Austria for the beautiful song!! ‘I am sailing….’! I have heard it so many times from my … friends who were leaving from Cyprus returning home! And me always listening with tears in my eyes.
All my love to all of you and take care in your journey.
LOVE,
Thelma.
Destinations, journeys.. :)
I suppose it could be looked at as an object of pleasure for those who like to flaunt their money. Or relaxation, for fishermen… maybe even a work-place!
Rossana – I think that boats would have been referred to quite a bit in the Bible, as it was relevant to the times. And yes, I also enjoy the difference in writers based on the communities from which they come.
To me though.. a boat reminds me of good times floating around the Mediterranean :)
Just laying there, loving the sun, listening to the water, and the sound of life… ahhh!
Laudy
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Calm, silence, air and space. (added by Mobile using Mippin)
The first thing that came to my mind when I read Paulo’s post is Mark, 4.35-41, when Jesus and His disciples are on the boat and a storms happens, as well as Matthew, 14.22-32 (Jesus invites Peter to leave the boat and walk on the water): in this two passages of the Gospels, the boat seems to be a safe place, surrounded by the floods and the unknown – and maybe by danger.
A place, though, that we have to leave to prove our faith in something higher.
Boats always play a very interesting role in the Bible and specifically in the Gospels, and I like seeing how things change when the writer comes from a fishermen’s community or from the desert or the mountains.
Nice Paul did mention me…Cant believe it.Thanksssssssssssssssssssss
the egyptian pyramids – anubis guiding the souls in the afterlife
the gentle waves of a lake rocking the boat – the frailty of our existence
i have never focussed too much with boats,,,, but now that u ask this question i can feel myself sitting on the boat having fun- looking the sun rise- sunset,,,, looking the horizon and knowing that life is so special- with blue-yellow- sand at the shore,,,,etc,etc,
and i am just so greatful!!!
Hi everybody,
It seems we are all optimists ;) nobody is mentioning Titanic !
Candie, I’m fortunate to live by the see (Dubrovnik) but though boat for me means limit I understand you very well as it is such lovely feeling to sleep on the boat that is rocking you like baby in cradle.
Anyway my first voyage abroad was on ship (Dubrovnik, Pireus, Alexandria,Beyrouth, Haifa, Heraklion, Rhodes, Corfu, Bari, Dubrovnik) and I was still teenager and that feeling of waking up every morning in different place was exhilarating.
Love
Luce
uh?a boat trip??lol
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candie , candie ,
yes freedom ….and in the boat , we aren’t alone ;)
i waiting you …
Alexandra , alexandra ,
yes a trip for a long time
Wow.I had almost forgotten to mention Noe,the boat (ship) who saved the world.Sorry,is last but not least..
For sure the boat is linked to the figure of Charon,the old boat man,that we might find in texts dating from very different periods.The boat was saw as a mean of transport to the other world.Well,I remember “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”,by Coleridge.I remember “A message in a bottle “,by Poe.I remember “The Todd Cruiser “,by Buzzatti.Well,I had read that th boat could be a trunk of tree,for in ancient times a tree was linked to a person from the moment of birth.So,the coffin was that tree,that never part from brother human.
I think boat reminds me a very romantic scene, as a lovers couple boating on a lake.Dont know why,but for me is a really tempting scene…A lake with nice water lily flowers,the sun set..
Hi Luce,ah I see you see big!lol,well..normal reaction :D
I’ll be happy with just a boat but a space ship must be cool when you think about it…ha!
;)
Iconographically boats have been symolic of life’s journey or the transporting of one from this life to the next. When I think of a boat I think of balance. A boat must balance on the water to remain functional. When sailing one must have sea legs and a certain degree of balance. When on board a boat there is a rocking motion and that movement effects the inner ear and one’s balance. When I have sex I feel in a greater state of balance and when I have sex on boats it’s amazing. It’s something about the constant gentle rocking motion of the boat balancing on the water, so fluid and timeless. The tantriks said that sex is to die the many little deaths. Then sex on a boat is to die the many little deaths while in a state of balance between the worlds. There is a sense of freedom on a boat, but with freedom comes discipline and respect. If you don’t follow the captains orders the boat will lose its balance, could be destroyed and all could be lost. So if the crew and captain are in a state of balance, or partners in the act of love are balanced a hightened awareness and ecstatic state is experienced. Maybe that is pure freedom.
dear Paulo and all the readers,
I am so happy you brought up The Boat as the association of the week. It seems to me that this metaphor somehow has been a bit ignored in the arts for the last decades.. So, thank you for reviving it! As I deeply love the ocean (♥ la mer) – both physically and metaphorically – and The Boat, I recently wrote this song:
—-
Guide this little boat
over the waters
so she doesn’t sink
into the ocean of this world
But don’t take this little boat
to far from shore
she’s not ready for that
yet
Oh, truthful one
I seek guidance at your feet
Protect this little ship
from the stormy waters
from the waves she cannot take
herself
Oh, truthful one
I seek guidance at your feet
Point this little ship
towards the eternal spring wind
so it might grab her sails
this time
—-
After writing and recording it I was afraid that people might think the lyrics was a bit corny because of the boat metaphor, so you could imagine the smile on my face when I read this post :)
Many thanks!
love,
Birte
Boat-transportation, water, wooden boat, motor boat, oars, mechanical, other side.
Rock a boat !
Don’t rock a boat !
These two comes first in my mind.
Candie,
I am just opposite of you when I think about boat, for me boat is all but freedom, it is vessel with its limits.
For me boat = limit ( be it space ship, ocean going ship, Arca di Noe…)
Love,
Luce
Dear Paulo,
days ago you published an image of a picture of a man drawed like a boat.
I said that the man had become the journey and that’s true.
Journeys always change us, both for people we meet, and for the experiences we live.
But there’s also another way of improving our life thourgh the experience of journey: that is paying attention to the travel.
Our path can reveal us many things; that’s why the journeys “all included”, typical of our western, modern society, often leave us so little experiences.
We move from home to go in another country, where we live in a sort of unreal world, made for tourists.
Sometimens I guess that what Angels really miss is feeling the wind on their face, or taste a different kind of food, or making mistakes when you’re trying to learn a different language.
Now there’s a sunset in my window, and Ill’ never stop thanking God for this wonderful show, that HE/SHE gives us without the needing of paying tickets.
That’s the journey of the day.
Love.
Chris.
Boats are great.I could live on a boat.
Boat:freedom
Hello..
yes, I would agree
in that the boat for me represents the soul’s journey through this life.
in my art, that is how the boat appears… to convey the soul to the painting narrative.
I saw the preserved boat at the base of the Giza pyramids when i was just 7 yrs; it was an unforgettable experience…
this perfect boat carved and then buried… now unearthed so long afterwards…
it held a deep connection for me to the Christian story of the Arc and Noah in the flood thereafter….
I do not see all boats as the same… ships are different vehicles for me than a mere canoe for example.. but i love the character of them all as they leave and return to harbour.
When i was going through a tough emotional time, I dreamed a great deal of ships… they would be in the sea sometimes too close to the shoreline – and in a great storm, being tossed about… in danger of crashing.
Another time, I dreamt of a boat i was on sinking and we were being transferred to another craft… this dreamt mimicked my real life, where i had little choice but to leave behind the remains and fragments of my old childhood life and take voyage on the second boat if to continue on that river at all. i was sade however, and i awoke as i was refusing to step over… i would rather swim than board a foreign boat!
gosh, so many dreams with boats..
i dream alot of being on an ocean liner type ship and we are being faced by a great tsnumai… the passengers are solemn, and i am determined to fly as high above the wave as humanely possible to escape death.
the last dream i wish to mention, is that of another situation where i am leaving by the hills to certain freedom and new beginnings – though undoubtably solitude and isolation… behind is a city where chaos is taking place. many ferries are overfilled with people leaving the city and going on to farther places… the harbour has been icing up and there are only a few more journeys possible… so competition is tough for the ferries.
however, instead of leaving on the mountain route…
i turn back to the city.. not to take a ferry, but to see the survival of the city through.
anyway, most of those dreams are now ten years in age… and i am in my thirties…
a boat, simply is a life vessel/craft… able to carry us over and through stormy times…
i have been on a boat during a hurricane also, when 5 years old… coming back from Krakatoa.. we were caught…
it was an awesome experience.. terrifying by all accounts..
and yet for some reason i remember i never panicked…
huddled in the sterm with my brother and parents nearby..
we seemed to ‘go with it’ and though the craft careered from side to side, we were incredibly lucky.
my mum says she cried when on safe land, because up spoke a little voice – my own – saying: can we please travel on the land next time?
you can imagine that when my step father wished to voyage back from the USA to the UK after many years working in the US, my mother looked back and said she’s meet him at the dock. In the end, they took an ocean liner cruise instead, as a treat…
My mums best friend in our village once lived on the river there on a houseboat.. it was a great lifestyle… free roaming, detachable, adventurous, close to the environment… a mini house that could pass through other cities and return to its dock…
if you have 7 sails, prepare yourself to travel to the living world.
if the vessel arrives before you,
you have the choice to mount or not,
towards a world invisible to the eyes of men,
if you want, stand up, straighten up, chosen or not…
http://sido66.blogspot.com/
A Knight of the light is always guided ….
If his faith is headed in Love
support will be granted
The spiritual’s cloths of a knight of light and the soul that is:
“Do we sleeping not like the others, but remain awake and sober … Let us dress the breastplate of faith and charity, with the helmet the hope of salvation.” 1 Th 5, 6-8
“Keep yourself upright, with the belt for Truth, Justice for armor, and shoes for the zeal to spread the gospel of peace;Always have the shield of faith with which you can extinguish all the flaming bad traits, and finally receive the helmet of Hi and the sword of the Spirit, ie the Word of God. “Ep 6, 14-17
“That your way of life is
always a path of Love,
wherever you are “Sido
(message received in December 2008)
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