Several months ago, I allowed myself little verbal self-indulgence by writing about a few of my favorite words. As summer was ending, I encountered another of my old friends on a beach in Kittery, Maine: detritus. "Detritus" has one meaning for me: seaweed left on the beach by the outgoing tide. Just conjuring the word … Continue reading Another of My Favorite Words
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 … Continue reading Mindfulness in the Sand
This is what the accoutrements of war should look like: abandoned and overgrown with vegetation, mere objects of curiosity for passersby on an Indian summer day.