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When it’s our turn
The mirror of tomorrow reflects the days that will most assuredly come and with it that predictable acceptance of the unpredictable. We are never prepared for its arrival. We wave a hand at the shadows that arrive to blur our sight, try to dismiss and move along a day that is always there to follow any circumstance. Time heals they say, but then again, it also remembers.
Fathers and sons
On my trips home I find myself sometimes driving to some of the spots I worked along side my father. I look to see if the small buildings and deck projects are still there. They are. I also see some of his work on a much grander scale in the brick and mortar of institutions of learning, medicine and recreation, buildings that provide service and in their own unique way support that cadence of life there.
William Prescott — A friend and mentor to many
“I want people to know that I have always cared, have tried to be helpful and always had the best intentions in mind, even when it may not have seemed that way at the time. I have consistently tried to live up to the words of my father, ‘We can disagree without being disagreeable.’”
When it’s our turn
The mirror of tomorrow reflects the days that will most assuredly come and with it that predictable acceptance of the unpredictable. We are never prepared for its arrival. We wave a hand at the shadows that arrive to blur our sight, try to dismiss and move along a day that is always there to follow any circumstance. Time heals they say, but then again, it also remembers.
Needing to be tough in a fragile world
Today we grumble about just about everything. Having to drive back to the store because we forgot something; too many commercials on TV interrupting our favorite program; lack of “likes” on a social media post; the cost to live life all while worrying about how we look, feel, what others might think and that tomorrow will pretty much be the same as today.
It’s all about the journey
To touch a point on a map that beckons our arrival, then set foot on that spot to collect what has been there waiting for us to find is what makes life special. To explore is to see life, and most assuredly it is the journey itself that is life.
A Portrait to Paint
That is what poetry sometimes must be — a woven tapestry of necessary conversations coming from all the rooms of a world, horrid, beautiful and resilient. All of it here in this collection sweeps us to a better understanding, a better place, if but for a moment.
More Than Meets The Eye: Exploring Nature and Loss on the Coast of Maine
Life and loss amidst the surreal natural wonder that is coastal Maine are here in real-life moments that confirm the perpetuallity of life. It truly does not end if we open our self to the healing power of a place, its people and its natural wonders. Nature indeed will speak to you about the nature of life.
Mountain Girl: From Barefoot to Boardroom
What do we keep with us when everything around us is changing? In her story Mountain Girl, Marilyn Moss Rockefeller answers that nothing changes unless you allow it to, you are you and that is carried with you forever. This is the very thought I had as I closed this wonderful memoir.
Sharing a distant horizon with a German submariner
“It sure looks different from here,” he said. The words held their distinct tone and accent. His gaze was fixed, his body statuesque, a marble edifice on granite, fixed and determined. His face was a sponge of emotion taking it all in, and, gently squeezing out the last drops of seawater and memories of days from so long ago.
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