You were leaving messages, dropped like crumbs, most of which had been scooped up in the beaks of gulls. Whether I would eventually arrive at that gingerbread house or not was uncertain.
Even what appeared disconnected revealed its infinite correlation.
Even what appeared disconnected revealed its infinite correlation.
At dawn today my neighbors at Skillin's Greenhouse were already at work.
At dawn today my neighbors at Skillin's Greenhouse were already at work.
At low tide you are appearing as big as you are.
At low tide you are appearing as big as you are.
Three years ago. Three.
Three years ago. Three.
Rest, Alden. You made our lives better. And you still do even in your absence. Grateful.
Memory from March 27 2017: Pre-Work Huddle at MaineWorks
Deeply missing the Pioneers of Recovery.
Deeply missing the Pioneers of Recovery. These are tough times and we may not have realized all those previous tough times were actually some of the good times. You are all in my heart though that is not what will pay your rent, or child support, or fines and fees, or your food bill.
Memory from March 27 2018: I have never been more convinced than now that we each see what we see and that that view is utterly unique. How we see ourselves matters. How we perceive our situation; How we chose to meet challenges; How we frame our experiences...all the work of recovery. A powerful lesson for us all.
The alien beauty of beached kelp.
The alien beauty of beached kelp.
Coming to a Neighborhood...soon.
Coming to a Neighborhood...soon.
The Testing Tent At Dawn. Before It Appears Operational.
The Testing Tent At Dawn. Before It Appears Operational.
That unspeakable curve.
That unspeakable curve.
A quote from 10 years ago. I still feel this way:
The only effective health care plan is one that considers the quality of our thoughts. All the organic kale, omega 3's and latest greatest super fruit can't over ride the voice in the middle of the night, that no one else hears, whispering "I am terrified. I am worried.". Just a thought.
Fishermen supply restaurants. So, we know how well that's going these days.
Fishermen supply restaurants. So, we know how well that's going these days. We are able to purchase direct from fishermen though under certain conditions. (see Maine Coast Fishermen's Association) We live in a village. Isolated as we are at the moment. Maybe we can contribute to the local Heroes of the Waterfront at this time...directly. In a socially distant way.
Grateful for people who choose to do this. Falmouth, Maine.
Grateful for people who choose to do this. Falmouth, Maine.
—with Nancy Lund
Home
Home
Memory from March 26 2012
I miss this. I miss Maineworks camaraderie.
I miss this. I miss Maineworks camaraderie. I miss the daily connection. Hang in there, Pioneers of Recovery. I am pretty certain these times are tough on you all. Intrepid for many.
Please remember what love there is for you all. And a whole bunch of us who cannot do much besides holding that along with a fistful of hope.
I imagine a day when we can reminisce around a fire under the stars about those strange covid 19 days.
PS: This is a photo from YEARS ago.
—with Brian Hall, Joseph Robichaud and Kenny Scribner.
The dawn was being so show-offy that I was startled looking down and almost missing the moon.
The dawn was being so show-offy that I was startled looking down and almost missing the moon.
What appears to be a set up for drive through testing.
What appears to be a set up for drive through testing.
A sign inside the furthest tent prompting instructions.
With all we can do in the world. With all we manage I wonder why we did not have immediate COVID 19 testing for everyone, with FEMA trailers in every neighborhood.
I know some reasons why. I do not know others. Or the real and complete answer or even if it is the right question. But here along the river is a set up for what appears to be a preparation at least for drive thru testing.
For Maria Girouard. The Heart of Dawn Land. Happy Birthday and Thank you.
For Maria Girouard. The Heart of Dawn Land. Happy Birthday and Thank you.
Oh, just the right dose at just the right time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Oh, just the right dose at just the right time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
May we all find our way home.
Recalling when I was an intern at The Telling Room, a non-profit Community Writing Center in Portland, Maine. My assignment was assisting with a workshop for fourth grade students. The room was bustling with energy and the workshop facilitators were offering rapid fire writing prompts the kids were responding well to. Until this one. The prompt was simply HOME.
At my table 4 of the 5 kids seized up. All I could see was spooked horses. Eyes white and bulging, frozen for a moment before they prepared to dig stirrups into their own hide to bolt.
It was quiet but I murmured 'I wasn't always happy at home. It wasn't a cozy place. I felt more at home running by myself in the woods...'
Oh? The young girl next to me said.
And then I, 'Is there a place like that for you?'
She finally exhaled the breath she had taken in when she first heard the prompt. She described her after school drama club where she loved who she could be and she could be ANYTHING.
I said 'Oh. Home.'
The others mentioned distressed parents, awkward step parenting. Much, much was left without words.
I remember that today as City of Portland institutes a Stay At Home Ordinance to curb the spread of Covid19.
May we all find our way home.
Socially Distant But In Relationship
Socially Distant But In Relationship