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A wellspring of landscapes

The Land is burning is Oregon, Washington, and California. I am worried about my friends..several have evacuated. The skies are red and smoke filled; Portland has the worst air quality in the world right now.

And I am in Gorham… so far away, painting. Not oblivious to what is happening in the world. Just trying to find comfort in ways I can. The world is suffering this year. We must dig deep. I must dig deep and find the wellspring within myself.

There is so much to face and deal with right now. But there is also beauty and kindness and love to be found. I will focus on what can be ahead..what I can create..what I can offer that contributes in better ways, healing ways, loving ways.

Build the New

Every day is an exercise in building the new ❤️

the expanse of love

I am not my anxiety

I am more than my physical body.

I am more than my thoughts and memories and ideas of the world.

I am more than my breathe and the shudder in my chest and the tightness in my shoulder. I am none of these.

My body is a shell, a temporary home for what is my unique permanence.

Sometimes I feel as if I am killing myself with my  perceptions and my worries

Sometimes I feel hollow.

It comes when I pay attention only to my shell as if it were the whole of me. It is none of me.It is not even skin. It is dressing, an outfit, nothing more.

I tell myself… be brave. be mindful. be patient.

I must remember that all that consumes my thoughts and brings me panic is nothing but smoke and mirror.

Fear begets fear.

Love is greater than fear. Love keeps me safe.

One day I will leave my shell behind and know the expanse of Love.

Not a death but an opening. an awakening.

I must choose love, each day.

put aside resentment.forgive. move on. let go. laugh.

and choose love. choose love. choose love.

A little bit of all over the place
















20140617-222605-80765781.jpgChris and I have been making day trips the last couple of days. First a drive around the NH border of Maine–Bethel,Center Lovell, Fryeburg, then thru North Conway where we watched the US v Ghana soccer game. Today we drove north, skirting the Vermont border and ultimately hitting the Canadian border and back down. Both days were filled with beauty. It seems I think I’ve found the most beautiful spot on earth only to discover yet another beautiful place the next day.

Today in Lancaster I spoke with a shop keeper and we agreed that people can handle the New Hampshire winters because the summers are such a reward.

I’m feel so fortunate to be living here. My soul is at peace in the natural world and I have hit the jackpot.

Emerson has it right

20140607-202552-73552433.jpgWe went for a walk today in the Pondicherry Wildlife Refuge. I was incredibly  beautiful despite the mosquitos and having to use an entire bottle of bug spray. I took too many pictures. It was just so beautiful. Afterwards we took Luka home and headed out for lunch in Franconia., which in turn took us to the Lupine Festival. We stopped at a lovely farm and took a stroll through a poetry placarded field. It was the second day in a row of having that feeling that there was no place else that I’d rather be. 20140607-202553-73553525.jpg


20140607-202552-73552972.jpgThe natural beauty of this state is really over whelming. I am so grateful to be be here right now at this time in my life.  As evening approached, Chris and I took a paddle on the lake. We saw the loons again and a huge osprey which skimmed the lake fishing for dinner. The surface of the lake was glasslike, the moon reflecting off the water.  We left our cameras behind, intentionally choosing to just observe and not capture the moments. I am so blessed to experience all of this with someone I love so much.

How to have the perfect day


Mirror Lake loon



Maiden Voyage



My kayak





Hike at Weeks Park



1. Take your favorite dog on a hike.

2. Have lunch at a place  called “Grandma’s Kitchen,” that really does make you feel like you’re at your grandmas’s for dinner.

3. Find a kayak on sale at a place one hour and fifteen minutes closer than the place you were going to go to to buy kayaks.

4. Buy 2 kayaks and actually fit them into your car.

5. Take your maiden voyage in the above kayaks at the lake in your back yard.

6. Get up close to a nesting loon.

7. Get up close to the papa loon.

8. Kayak with the guy (or gal) you love most in the world.

9. Want to be no where else than where you are (THIS IS THE KEY TO HAVING THE PERFECT DAY!!)

10. Meet your lovely neighbors who invite you to “vespers”…their version.


I just had my perfect day.

Independence Day



For the first time since I started my new old job, Chris and I had a weekend off. Okay it was Wednesday and Thursday, but it’s my weekend, and more importantly it was two consecutive days off together. Before that we had one lonely single day off.

It was fantastic.

Wednesday was a day of errands and sleeping. But even that was really nice. I love having Chris home, even when I am essentially not paying any attention to him at all.

On Thursday, we we celebrated the 4th with friends near Hayden Island. I paddle boarded, we cruised the harbor in a little motorboat and had a feast dockside. It was lovely. I was with Chris :).

We headed home before the fireworks and had an early evening in. It was the first time ever I have felt rested and rejuvenated before I headed back to work. This is what people who have normal weekends with their family must feel like.


how might I best show love today?

just one thing..

i wish the couple that
i sold my lovely little house to
would have told me
that they love it

in the end
after all the questionable actions of their realtor
i am left unsettled

at the end of the day
i just wanted to be assured
that my home would be loved

silly perhaps
unfair to expect
but true none the less


the candor of the women always surprises me
living on the streets affords little privacy
and it plays out in subtle
and not so subtle ways

is it easier to lay the details of your life wide open
when you have no place to hold your secrets?
or are your secrets hidden so deeply inside
that they are lost even unto you?

what is forgotten and what is told,
what is held back and what is shared,
is the last measure of control
the final dignity

we are the same,
in the beginning
and in the end
and most certainly in between

what divides us
is nothing but our fear

for the women of Rahab’s Sisters and all the women who live in the margins.