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Discovering my own slice of rural America
Life is not a riddle. Life is a seed that is buried deep within each of us. It sits there biding its time, learning and growing until something or someone plants an idea— waters the seed if you will— and it suddenly sprouts, giving direction and purpose. I found my life, my purpose, from the photos of Montana as a child to the stories of a Vermont farm life by a professor and sometime farmer and from the words of a friend who said, “Go to Maine, it’s a wonderful place”. I ultimately did, and in the words oft quoted by Perrin, “It will be no bad legacy to leave.”
Finding the still water in our life
Finding those still waters in my life always involved a place where I could suspend time for a moment, take a deep breath and appreciate all that is around me.
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.
That sense of wonder
I believe that our sense of wonder is still within us and is always a part of who we are, no matter the circumstance. But we misplace it sometimes because of all the distractions, all of the “noise” that surrounds us.
Notes on the Landscape of Home
Time. It is in everything. It holds onto everything and sometimes it folds in on itself allowing a much-needed pause in life. This was my first thought as I closed the book Notes on the Landscape of Home by Susan Hand Shetterly. It is an exceptional collection of essays from a writer undoubtedly grounded in both time and place.
A Countryman’s Journal: Views of Life and Nature from a Maine Coastal Farm
These essays are not a memoir of a person but that of a person’s relationship with a place — a coastal farm tucked between folds of wooded fields and the sea. The words take you there, sit you down on a rock or a stump amidst shadows of sunlight and fog trails and reveal the unfolding life of a farm, the farm Barrette named “Amen Farm.”
Take It Easy – Portland in the 70s & From the Mountains to the Sea
Two books found me. One took me back in time with black-and-white images of a city during a decade I often think about. The other informed me of “what might have been” by showing me in text and color images of what eventually became reality for a river. Both books, separately and together, are about Maine.
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