These are some of my favorite Maine sights. James and I loved our time in Maine…the rugged rocky coast and the icy blue water were almost too beautiful to believe. One day we’ll have a farmhouse or a coastal house in some wooded, rocky area like this. Until then, we happily make our life in our cottage in NJ, thankful for these days.
The arrival of the fall days means that summer vacations are over, but I’m glad to be nestling in, making the house warmer, taking out winter clothes and blankets. Even the 2 weeks of rain have brought a sort of welcome coziness to the necessity of staying indoors. My fall candles are lit, and I am ready for the cooling nights of autumn, and will be thrilled at the first snowfall. Autumn and winter are my favorite seasons…they seem to be seasons of quiet reflection, of conversation, and staying warm together. The cold, dark evenings are good times for writing, thinking, praying. I welcome the cold and the dark, knowing that we will be warmed and cheered by firelight, tea, and blankets inside.
James and I have the good fortune of spending 5 days on the coast of Maine. It is the most beautiful place on earth. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, being able to sit on a rock overlooking the icy blue Atlantic, gulls crying overhead, as the waves hit the rocky coastline.
And then, as if things couldn’t get any better, we had the joy of listening to these girls create music that made us cry.
Oh, vacation, I love you.
As far as I’ve heard from friends and correspondences, none of my friends and family have been killed in the quake. The bodies of the mothers, children, people lining the streets of PAP are family to me, though, to all of us. You’ve seen that homes and buildings are in ruins, have crumbled. My dear friends that had nearly nothing before the quake are left bereft. This is a disaster. I feel so helpless, and I don’t even know where to begin. Please pray. Research which organization you’d like to donate to, and do so without hesitation. I am afraid that the aftermath of the earthquake will bring chaos, as desperation sets in. I can’t bear to watch the news reports, as each picture feels like home; the sights and the smells are so familiar, but the death and disaster are suffocating, sickening, overwhelming. My friends all have the same reports: people are wandering the streets in shock. They have nowhere to go. They have no relief. The smell of death is rising, becoming unbearable. Pray for swift aid, pray for mercy. Give money. Enough is enough for these dear people. I don’t know how much more this country can take.
Partners In Health
Doctors Without Borders
International Red Cross