drive in

 

 

 

 

summer nights
we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon
in our pajamas
equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food
and fall asleep halfway through the feature

 

 

 

 

 

 

waking up

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It takes only a moment to breathe, 
a moment to be still, and just like that,
 something in me settles, softens,
 makes space for imperfection.
 The harsh voice of judgement 
drops to a whisper and 
I remember again 
that life isn’t a relay race,
 that we will all cross the finish line, 
that waking up to life 
is what we were born for.  
As many times as I forget, 
catch myself charging forward
 without even knowing where I’m going, 
that many times I can make the choice 
to stop, to breathe, and be,
 and walk slowly into the mystery”.

 

~ Danna Faulds

 

 

 

 

 

mostly foggy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a few days in Maine

 

“Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.”

~ Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air

escaping the heat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat.”
― E.B. White

early summer

and bits of small town life in New England

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead.”

~ Kellie Elmore, Magic in the backyard – American Honey