Hanging out in Bath, ME.
Room for more...
Sometimes there are too many thoughts…
…and they leak between the cracks
Rays of light...
Finding their way to my fingertips
…and I type
…or write
And the release is cathartic
The words, with a mind of their own…
Seeking a way out
…to be free
…to be shared
…to be read and thought upon
…and discarded as easily as they came
Always making…
Room for more
Back River Bend. Georgetown, ME.
Vacasulation
That invisible barrier
Protective in nature
Meant to shield you upon your return to the daily grind from vacation
…allowing you to ease back in
…to work
…to life
…to what was
And keep you mentally adrift
…in Vacationland [or wherever your travels took you]
…with no expiration date
…unless you give it one
Hold on to it.
Hold on.
Liam. Reid State Park. Mile Long Beach. Maine.
Life of Finn...
...a Mainer at heart (like his Dad) :)
Finn. Reid State Park. Our last night in Maine.
What's Next...
I’ve been staring at these words for hours.
…and I’m blaming my daughter.
Damn you Mady [typed with a smile]
This past weekend, she was relentless
What are we doing today?
Where are we going?
…and then what?
…and then what?
…and it’s had me staring at these words and thinking about them intently.
Wondering about a key word that seems to be losing weight and value…
NOW
These days my mind won’t rest.
Trapped in thoughts that cover the gamut
…and in my own way
…wondering what’s next
…simultaneously neglecting NOW
…even as I type this
