Life Downeast

Life Downeast

Crows, ravens and other avian delights

Crows, ravens and other avian delights

You hear them before you see them — usually early morning, well before the time you want to get up. One calls, another answers and just like that it’s a conversation in prime numbers with more voices joining by the minute. Crows, ravens and other avian delights are something I never pondered until I arrived Downeast.

Keepers of the light

Keepers of the light

I look at my hands, wretched, blistered, black from soot and oozing oil. I lift the glass, light the wick, mumble in my dreary sleep, “Let there be light,” and there is light. There will always be light.

Remembering a ‘silly old bear’

Remembering a ‘silly old bear’

Because when life throws the good, the bad and the sometimes questionable things at us, it will be the people in our lives that make it all so very interesting and undeniably rich every single day.

Imagining island life

Imagining island life

When I look to islands today, I see yesterday — island and islanders — looking right back at me. I see pointy spires of trees catch and hold fog as it annoys, gulls floating on bands of unseen air, rocks pummeled by surf, the spray wetting my view.

Here’s to hope!

Here’s to hope!

Life is a clock, and hope is that internal mechanism within life we must wind every day.