Salty Souls Are Go

It’s Sunday. It’s raining. It’s the first of March. And it’s been almost five years since I claimed www.saltysouls.com with the intent to write stories about the fascinating people I met spending their lives sailing, fishing, researching the seas and oceans. I referred to them as ‘salty souls’. Because I believed that living on the big, open, and salty waters of this world leaves a distinct and lasting imprint on people’s mental constitution.

Harvest of sea salt in Trapani, Sicily

I still believe that. In the meantime, however, a lot has happened. I’m no longer spending the majority of my own time at sea (although I do feel a return is somewhere, somehow inevitable). So, I’m no longer hanging out with these salty souls as much as I used to. At the same time, I recognize that there are many more interesting ways in which people get their souls salted. After all, salt is life’s essential mineral. No salt, no life, no soul.

And that is why I decided to dust off and redefine my orginal idea. I’ll still be writing stories, but not just on sailors alone. I may also write about cooks. Or musicians. Or other seasoned individuals, events, issues, and phenomena. We’ll see. It’s time. Salty Souls Are Go.