By the time I arrive here at the cottage and settle in every week, I hardly every leave, but yesterday I took a field trip to Ocean Point. Maybe the timing had to do with today, my last full day, as a way of weaning myself from the silence, solitude and simplicity that has fed me so well all winter. I’m sure that’s true, but I also went to remember and drink in some of the love and contentment that nourished me for so many years when I visited my Aunt Bow and Uncle Don who summered at Grimes Cove at the very point of the ocean. From them I experience unconditional love.
Yesterday was a day of remembering and of being grateful. First I stopped at L.L. Bean, where I did a little shopping and bought a delicious sandwich, which I enjoyed while sitting on the rocks in front of their cottage. I then took an hour long walk around Ocean Point, remembering the times over the years when I visited—as a ten year old, during college days, getting married, having children, teaching. When my aunt and uncle retired they moved to a house in Boothbay Harbor. I remember when my uncle died and I remember visiting my aunt during her widowed years. Before her final move to be near her children and grandchildren in California, I remember many visits with my mom, sisters and cousins. Yesterday was definitely a walk of gratitude.
Today I have cover the clocks, turn off my email and washed the windows. I am so grateful for my time here, for all the big moments of gratitude. And then there are the little gratitudes; it will be low tide when I set out for my final walk on the beach; I am ‘very grateful’ for that.
Yesterday was a day of remembering and of being grateful. First I stopped at L.L. Bean, where I did a little shopping and bought a delicious sandwich, which I enjoyed while sitting on the rocks in front of their cottage. I then took an hour long walk around Ocean Point, remembering the times over the years when I visited—as a ten year old, during college days, getting married, having children, teaching. When my aunt and uncle retired they moved to a house in Boothbay Harbor. I remember when my uncle died and I remember visiting my aunt during her widowed years. Before her final move to be near her children and grandchildren in California, I remember many visits with my mom, sisters and cousins. Yesterday was definitely a walk of gratitude.
Today I have cover the clocks, turn off my email and washed the windows. I am so grateful for my time here, for all the big moments of gratitude. And then there are the little gratitudes; it will be low tide when I set out for my final walk on the beach; I am ‘very grateful’ for that.