The morning is just stunning.  Sun streaming through the windows, a light breeze feathering through the trees lush branches of green leaves, the early summer air clear and smelling of that green, a new day, new world, another chance to begin and live.

Buzz told me spring in Maine is spectacular and was made even more so after the barren winter.  I couldn’t believe of such an impact because I thought winter in Maine was “stunning” and also a reawkening to what life could hold.  But then came spring and  all God’s glory is visible and renewed daily.  A different bloom pops up week to week keeping the beauty constantly at the oohing and ahhing stage.  I’ve been reduced to childlike responses and vocabulary because the gratitude I feel and joy is gutfelt euphoria. 

I love Maine, my new life, my family and all those that inspired me to reach down, take control of who I was to be in the second half of my existence.  When fifty comes in two years, who I have become will reflect the tough beauty that is this enigma, Maine.

“To thine ownself be true.” William Shakespeare

Thank you Buzz.