Wells and Kennebunkport, Maine
“There’s a quality of life in Maine which is this singular and unique, I think. It’s absolutely a world onto itself.”
Jamie Wyeth
Category: moments
becoming..
a morning person
“The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn’t, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there.”
~Monica Baldwin
Sharing some inspiring finds this morning:
Minato captures light, simplicity and beauty in a special way
Cathy’s blog is honest and true, wonderfully written and filled with gorgeous photography
A Small Stone is a bit of haiku heaven
Enjoy!
a single day
A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there … And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.
~Michael Crichton
May Sarton wrote, “Routine is not a prison, but the way to freedom from time.”
I’m working to get myself on a better routine these days and I feel so much more
productive. Less time online, more time for all the other things I’ve been wanting to do, such as spending more hours outdoors. Now if the weather would only cooperate..
reality of things
The astonishing reality of things
Is my discovery each day.
Each thing is what it is,
And it’s hard to explain to someone how happy this makes me
and how much this suffices me.
All it takes to be complete is to exist.
~ Fernando Pessoa
at this table
Perhaps the World Ends Here
~ Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
a lot of history on this table
every scratch and water stain has its own story
Licht Years 