This photo is sort of like us. A Love Note Reader's view of the world. We see a beautiful blue sea with soft summery laundry billowing in the foreground. We can almost feel the sunshine on our shoulders, a breeze wafting through salty hair. We ignore what looks like a platoon of icebergs passing by in the background. This is our nature.
The iceman has already cometh, we're all done with winter. We expect this last gasp of March to exit like an Easter lamb. And off we go. READ MORE
The seas in Maine have been wild and woolly from Erin this week - spray flying, waves hammering the rocks - all played against the sapphire brilliance of an August New England sky.
Do you sense a good metaphor coming on?
I've been using some of my time away on this rugged Maine coast to ponder the creative process (yes, we've talked about that here), and to contemplate life's changes. I found this line of imagery with which I'm rather smitten: You'll never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. READ MORE
This Thursday and Friday, I drove from Virginia to Maine. It was about the worst traffic I have ever encountered on this annual pilgrimage (which I've been making for 35 years). Luckily I had made the decision to stop for a night with a friend in Watch Hill (it was divine - thank you Sissy!). Watch Hill is always a smart decision. For those who have not been, allow me to introduce you to The Ocean House - a wondrous Relais and Chateux resort set atop one of New England's most fabulous beaches. And you just might mark your glorious getaway by picking up my custom bangle in their charming boutique. That was a fun project.
I downloaded an audiobook for the long drive, and I wish I could claim credit for another great decision - but I somehow managed to download the wrong book. In a stroke of divine providence - I loved my mistake.
It was Miracle and Wonder by Malcolm Gladwell. READ MORE HERE
