Quick trips to Houston during the summer are a necessity, but they do wear me out. Seeing the kids, tending to Mother’s needs, catching up with friends and spending time in my studio doing what I can’t do in the Maine house…..so much to do and so little time. In addition to those things, there’s always something unexpected that has to be dealt with like a toilet not working or a roof leaking. By the time I leave, I feel like a day of rest is needed to recuperate.
Returning to Maine is like a breath of fresh air, not only because it is cooler but because almost immediately you can feel a change of pace. That doesn’t mean folks don’t have the same worries, concerns or responsibilities as anywhere else, they just don’t seem to let them become life’s focus. There’s more time out to walk, work in the yard, enjoy the natural beauty, spend time with friends. Or, maybe there’s not more time; people just seem to take more time to be in the present moment. Maybe there’s a reason why the sign welcoming visitors to the state reads:
Maine, the way life should be
In any case, the first sign one sees coming off the airplane in Portland says WELCOME HOME
and I think the change starts there. Maine is a place where one can be at home and understand what that means. Home is not just a place to live; it’s a place where your heart is, and I know that when I cross the bridge overlooking Rockport Harbor that much of my heart is here.
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