Half-Tide Island on left (aka Cupcake Island). Birch Island on the right. The Dawn Treader moored in Little Harbor.
"For every time in stress, you need a recovering time in relaxation."
Emmett E Miller, M.D.,
from Quiet Mind:
One -Minute Retreats
from a Busy World
by David Kundtz
Dear Friends,
Do you ever feel so tired that you're sure you'll never do anything creative or worthwhile again? Well, that is how I felt when we arrived in Maine...emptied out, dull, tired, and frayed. But after a couple of weeks of living a real life here, I feel like Maine has opened its heart and filled me with peace and energy. Thank you, Maine! Now pay attention to yourselves and mind what Dr. Miller said. You need to balance stress time with peace time so that you can function and stay well.
A Maine heart
A few nights ago, the surf thundered and pounded the ledge in front of the cottage. Although the rocks stand about 10 feet above the sea, the waves hitting the rocks shot about 20 feet into the air.
The faint light of the waning moon made a wavering pathway across the sea. We sat outside in our porch rockers and watched the play of water on rocks and the dance of the bats who flew onto the porch, swished up under the eaves, and nabbed moths. The bats are so graceful and do so much good work for us.
The moon path from Pemaquid Peninsula to our house.
I was sure that the roaring surf would keep me awake, but if anything, it lulled me to sleep. What finally woke me in the early morning was silence. Not a sound of wind and leaves, no water against rocks, no thrumming lobster boat engines, and no bird song. I sat up in bed and looked outside at a wall of white. The fog had rolled in and blotted out everything.
We took our tea out onto the porch, and there, spread out before us, like a child's dream, were dozens of what my Grandmother called faerie handkerchiefs everywhere.
Faerie handkerchiefs in the blueberries, bayberries, and on the meadow grasses.
And joining the faerie handkerchiefs were mushrooms of every size and shape.
A parade.
A ghostly Indian Pipe pushes its way through the leaves.
These sweet little faerie seats are tinier than my baby finger.
Yellow Chanterelles...get out the skillet and the sweet butter.
Plump earth buttons
When the fog lifted and the skies shone as blue as the sea, I wanted to kiss the ground (but I was afraid I'd never get up!)
Treat yourself to a quiet walk to replenish your spirit.
Or put your feet up, sip some tea, and watch.
Try to remember how it is to be a child and to notice all the tiny and beautiful gifts that nature offers. I send you peace and joy.
Lovingly,
Sharon
