I’m a storyteller and with this blog I will be sharing plenty of stories and images from my travels along the coast of Maine and elsewhere. I’ll try to post every Sunday morning and I welcome your thoughts and comments. Enjoy!
One of the great things about winter along this coast is that if you can get off the mainland, the whole place is yours.
Not at all like fog that settles down upon you, sea smoke rises right out of the water and, just like the steam it is, wafts silently upward into the strangely altered, glowing silver sky…
It was so absolutely silent. Only a rhythmic hiss of the water licking the fresh snow on the island beach.
I thought of marriages that work and in which intimacy and comfort grows, and I thought of those that drift apart, where the warmth flickers out.
This is very much a portrait of a man, a family, of complex relationships....and somehow "Azimuth" spoke to me of the relationship that we all, in our circumscribed worlds, have with larger forces.
The sun is so very low in the sky now, but having celebrated Winter Solstice about a month ago, deep down –in some vestigial pagan consciousness - we know that we have once again turned the corner, each day now bringing a little more light.
The acclaimed historian, Heather Cox Richardson, asked to use The Beginning in her remarkable newsletter, Letters from An American, on this day and I am thus honored and humbled.
As we begin a new year under the auspices of a promising new administration, I again share Hope with you…..there is simply no more appropriate an image (or sentiment) at this time.
Central to this surpassingly strange past year has, for me, been a deep faith that goodness will, in the end, triumph.
