Is serenity the absence of hardship, turmoil, loud neighbors, petty annoyances and bad hair days? Do you need to live in a place where you can access quiet places of natural beauty? What about relatives–do you need to have the perfect family to have serenity? Is serenity only available to people of privilege who are born into money and never have to worry about how they will pay their bills? Continue reading “What is “Serenity?””→
How exciting! My first post on my new blog on Easter morning!
Here are some of the things I’ll be blogging about:
The Maine Historic Seasonal Episcopal Church Tour
Maine is home to over a dozen Episcopalian churches that are only open for the brief and magical summer season, many of which are on an island, nestled in the woods or right on the coast in charming seaside communities. Wayne and I are planning to take trips to visit and worship in about eight of them this summer. Even if you aren’t religious, the architecture, history and settings of these churches are stunning from the pics I’ve seen. I can’t wait to witness them in person and share our serene summer Sunday getaways here!
The Working Waterfront
Wayne is friendly with interesting people who make a living from the sea. Perhaps we’ll see first-hand what it’s like to work as a lobsterman!
Traditional New England Cooking
My favorite cookbooks are those from Maine kitchens, churches, civic organizations written prior to the 1970s. I’d like to share some of those recipes along with my own creations.
My Memoirs of Struggle and Recovery in Maine and Vermont
I have many memories of early struggles and spiritual insights during pre and early sobriety in Vermont and Maine. I used to keep a steady journal and also wrote an unfinished novel many years ago based upon those years.
I love capturing moments to share!
Musings on Antiquarian Book Excerpts from the Library of a Bibliophile
Over the past two decades I have collected old books and ephemera from Maine yard, estate and church rummage sales. They provide me with spiritual direction and nostalgic delight.
Before tiny houses were a thing I lived in this adorable teeny house in South Burlington, Vermont from 1995 – 1997. I was in grad school and it was all I could afford yet it was all I wanted. Except for the spiders. My steel-toed Doc Martins came in handy then. Someday I’d like to return to tiny house living.
I still have that NYC Marathon poster and the bookshelves are in my current home office. I had been using plastic milk crates and a friend/classmate took note. Her husband was a skilled professional furniture maker and they surprised me with those two units! Also in the photo above is an old school BAG cell phone. Back in the day that was high tech stuff and it came with a gigantic antenna.
That bureau was also made by the same fellow, although I designed it. Next to it are antique wooden soda crates that I still use. I didn’t hold onto the repro Edward Hopper posters.
Even when I was very busy, leaving my house shortly after six a.m. and returning home sometime after ten p.m., I managed to cook for myself, but it was always pasta! It was all I could afford. A few times a week I treated myself to Chinese take-out, the buffet at the health food store and french fries at Nectar’s.
What got me thinking about my old place that the UPS man mistook for a garden shed while I waiting for a package one day and had to chase after his truck is that a tiny house trend is catching on. I’ve found myself wondering about what it would be like to sell off all of the vintage things I’ve worked hard to acquire and adore and go back to living with very little. I do know I couldn’t part with my rather large collection of books and holiday decorations. And, well, I think I could come up with a compelling reason to keep everything so I don’t know that I would want to do it.
Have you ever considered trading in a mortgage and most of your possessions to downsize and live in a tiny house?