To my friends on this journey, we arrived home last evening and I had enough time to compile these short videos and upload them before heading to dream land.
For the next two days, I will be home, catching up a bit on blogs, writing, getting into a bit of a routine, before heading off to the sanctuary – where it will be a personal / working retreat.
It’s changed in focus slightly in light of the northeast trip, but for good reason: I was wholly inspired to write, write, write!
I think I was supposed to cross paths with Henry David Thoreau. I talk about it more in the video on Franconia Notch State Park – I stood where he stood, AND it was his birthday AND we passed through a town called Walden when we were headed to our next destination.
The writing bug has hit, and I am struck: blissfully, unexpectedly, and I’m going with it.
I’m journaling so much about these travels and meditations and I will publish in book form to go with all the things I intend to publish under the LIFE Project.
In the meantime, please enjoy these short forays into my journey of the past 11 days. In the next couple of weeks, I will have regular access to the internet and will be able to post and respond regularly.
It was both a blessing that I didn’t have hardly any access to the Internet the past 11 days, but also difficult because I so wanted to share photos and videos. All in its own time, right?
What an incredible journey, there’s still more, and EVERYONE should do journeys like these at least once a year.
One of our first stops:
Newport Tower. We’d spent the day after meeting the famed Clark (hi, Clark!) from the Wakefield Doctrine driving in the rain. Normally I welcome the peaceful mood the rain brings – the sounds invite contemplation. Unfortunately, it was such a downpour, I felt rather baptized by the heavy clouds of Newport, which left me feeling less than contemplative. Ah, well. It was still incredible:
Bar Harbor, Maine. We headed to Acadia National Park – a beautiful place! – and then hiked Cadillac Mountain, and went to my almost-alma-mater: College of the Atlantic. I once was offered a full scholarship to this beautiful place, but turned it down because I was unsure of what I wanted to major in. Their only major is human ecology.
Funny…if I knew then what I know now….
At McClellan Park in Milbridge, ME, and Acadia National Park.
I met some of the most friendly, interesting people at this park, not to mention getting a chance to have a contemplative cup of tea by the sea. We loved it here so much that we doubled the time we spent there: instead of two days, we spent five days and four nights in Maine.
After Maine, we headed to New Hampshire. We stayed at a free camp spot that was beautiful and remote, and then headed to Franconia Notch State Park where I discovered that Henry David Thoreau loved to spend his time.
We made our way to Vermont and checked out Bartlett Falls near the small town of Lincoln:
And stayed in the town of Stowe – not because it was a “sacred” place, but because I’d always heard amazing things about it. Unfortunately, it rained so much that we couldn’t climb Mt. Mansfield – which IS said to be a sacred place.
And so it is with life: we might intend to do something, but if it’s not in the cards, don’t dwell and take in whatever else life is offering right then.
Our final stop before heading back to North Carolina was in the Adirondacks, near a large pond. It was peaceful and we would have liked to stay more than just one night, but alas, we needed to get home. Some of the photos I took with my phone looked like paintings – at least that’s what I thought when I looked at them.