Archive for January 2008

The last day of January…brrr…tide’s way out at midday…no snow, only ice at the water’s edge.

The sky, the ocean and the landscape are blurring into a unified, steel gray background lately. It’s cold enough to stay inside without feeling like a lazy, quickly growing soft-around-the middle, 40 something. Just to prove to myself that I wasn’t making excuses, an hour ago I bundled up and walked down to the beach…

For the most part, this week has been devoted to Fiber College and our annual call for instructors. To prepare our instructor call list beyond the vendors, instructors and students whom we know personally, I scour the national magazines, websites of fiber festivals throughout the East and leads people have given me during the year…I…

When you look out my windows this morning, you might as well be looking through a bowl of Vaseline glass…we’re completely socked in with fog and the only sounds are the dripping eaves, screaming gulls and a thunderous surf.  It’s about 62 degrees and I have the picture window beside me wide open to air…

Late last year, Steven and I attended the dedication of 140 acres that neighbor Bruce  Probert gave to a public land trust for the sole purpose of outdoor recreation.  It’s a beautiful track of land, kitty corner from the campground, threaded with trails and streams.  We spent this weekend exploring and breaking new cross country…

This article found its way onto my e-mail and it’s very funny. Here at Searsport Shores we’ve had a long standing policy that check in is before dark. These words are carefully chosen to reflect the changing time of dusk depending on the week of summer we happen to be living in. Of course, if…

If life gives you any cause to dance and sing, why would you ever walk and whisper? Obviously little kids understand this…exactly when did we forget? Luxuriating in life means being as committed to enjoyment and celebration as you are to responsibility and industriousness. Luxuriating doesn’t have to cost any more money- our American lives…