A few weekends ago, my husband and I took a drive over to Fort Foster Park, on the coast of Kittery, Maine. As we explored the beach, my attention was caught by the leaf-like patterns that the outgoing tide had left in the sand. I was struck by the realization that as many times as I have walked the beaches of southern Maine, I had never noticed these patterns before. Had they not been there, or had I just not seen them?
This simple pattern in the wet sand put me in a state of mindfulness that I experience all too seldom: getting out of my own head to truly see and experience what’s right in front of me. I’ve always known that being closely connected to the natural world is important to my writing, but I never really thought about why. Now I know.