September Roses

It’s a lovely September day, and the last roses are still reaching towards the sun. Maine is so lovely.

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Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.

It’s That Time of Year

The time of year of for many cups of herbal tea, all day long, to combat the slight chill in our one-bedroom apartment on Parkside. I can’t wait for autumn; I shall take the most delightful pictures to share with you when the leaves have turned. For now, dream of warm scented steam and hot ceramic in your hands. Pull a loved one close in the cool night.

A cup of tea.

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.

Peace at Table Rock

In a single day;

I rested my heart on the river, and spurred it up the mountainside;

I hid in deep caves and saw the wide open;

I saw a mountain range from a bird’s-eye view and strained my neck upward to see its summit;

I was grounded on shallow rock beds and paddled through deep, black waters;

I climbed a mountain staircase barefoot and came down shod;

Valleys & Mountains

Peace is such a very rare thing in this world. Real, heart-stopping peace that fills you with itself so your mind cannot wander to the anxieties of the world and ancient woes. “Pause,” it whispers in your ear. “Pause, and see what is before you and what is before you only. There is nothing but what is here.”

I found it yesterday, at the top of Table Rock in West Bethel, Maine, where the wind feels as if it will blow you off the cracked stone. I held the man I love there, and later adventured with him for three hours on the Androscoggin River.

Head into the woods, climb a mountain with your bare feet, and look into golden waters that shine clear and shallow in the sunlight. There you will find peace.

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.