I had the great pleasure and very good fortune of attending a small gathering of some wonderful women writers on an island off the coast of Maine this weekend. I know, right? Skipping over the fact that I still don't really call myself a writer, can we just talk about the island off the coast of Maine part? Then add in some amazing, kind and generous women and well! Lucky lady, I am. The sea calls me often and always has, and though I love where I am and can't see that changing, I do so love the islands of Maine and am incredibly grateful they are close enough for frequent visiting. Love, love, love. Growing up with our house on the harbor, my bedroom window was open all year round (much to my father's dismay, who fed the wood stove all night long - now I get it, of course) so that I could hear the waves and the sounds of the sea. This weekend, those soothing seaside feelings were found for me in the joy of waking up early enough to watch the sun rise from the porch - all alone with just knitting and tea in my lap. And later, watching the nearly full moon rise with new friends as we walked the beach at low tide, peeking at all the bits that the waves brought in. Bliss. In between was a whole lot of work accomplished (writing!) and even - get this - a nap! Granted, it was a twenty minute nap, but it was a nap nonetheless, and I really cannot remember the last time such a thing happened. What is there more glamorous or luxurious as that for a busy Mama? And well, really the best use of my time in that special setting, I do declare.
I'm coming home today feeling so grateful for the connections that are made when when women gather to share the stories of our lives, the restorative power of the sea, and the blessing of an unexpected nap.
Friends, I wish you all a most gentle and lovely start to your week!
