May 23, 2025

I have never been to Maine in the spring. It is wonderful. The spring green is as soft as velvet, and the color variation, because of the variety of deciduous trees, makes every turn of the road resemble a watercolor painting. Everything is just about to burst, the fruit trees, the young new flowers. Loving this very much. The rolling hills and narrow winding roads present surprises of farms, farm stands, broken down boats, barns that have been left to decay, knowing that when a strong enough wind comes through it will just topple into a heap of old cedar planks.

May 25, 2025

It’s been a week since we arrived. The level of calm I feel is greater than I thought. I have had resistance to this place, being such a west coast person, I have had a hard time imagining ever giving that part of the world up. I will never give it up, and now I can imagine being in both places with the beauty and abundance that both places embody. This is a much quieter beauty, and the West Coast is more imposing and majestic in its presentation. Such different personalities for sure. It is so wonderful to surprise ourselves and challenge our opinions and what we identify with, and how we identify ourselves.