Welcome Happy Morning
I guess that yesterday's post about coffee could be considered a lead in to my thoughts this morning. We are at our cotage in Maine, and, after pouring rain overnight, the sky and water look power-washed. The air is filled with the scents of sea and pine, and we have thrown wide all the windows.
Some of you know our history here, but it is absolutely and indirectly related to breast cancer. Buying and then gutting/renovatin this cottage was not a linear thought: I've had two breast cancers, so let's buy a place in Maine. It was, instead, a prcoess of increasing awareness of time and mortality and priorities and refuge. I literally feel different physically when we are here; that evolution begins when we cross the border into Maine, and continues as we cross the bridge to this island: the tradition then is to roll down all the car windows and yell "YAY!!!!!!". Even the dog awakens for that moment.
Time has a very different rhythm in Pretty Marsh, driven by the tides that we see from our windows. This little place is probably 20 feel from a large tidal pond, so we watch the water come and go. When it is high tide, we feel almost as though we are on a boat--from the upstairs window, you don't even see land. When the tide is out, the flats are filled with birds, and we love their sound and their company. There are many opportunities for metaphors and lessons here, but I suspect that you can find your own.