Meditation about exercising with an iphone....

Ok, there is nothing you could meditate about while using an iphone. I am just trying to get your attention.
Stop, lock up your iphone, walk outside, and exercise. Listen to the quiet. Take deep breaths, smell the air and relax.

If only it were that easy.

 First of all, I really don't care to hear your private conversations from my garden, or while I ride my bike next to you. Yes, I am a baby boomer, and yes, my generation is going deaf-thanks to rock & roll concerts. But, why do people yell into their cell phones. Don't they want some privacy?

I LOVE my privacy. I am a private, introverted person, and love silence. Is that too much to ask of my fellow beings on this planet. Is there any silent zones left on our planet.

It used to be  that hospitals were considered "QUIET" zones. In the last few years, I have visited too many patients in hospitals.  An ICU is the most distracting place that I have ever been in. I guess that I watched too many old hospital shows in the 70s.  Computerized health care is just plain noisy.

I have always wanted to put a quiet sign in front of our house on its country road. Is that rude? Would it be taken away like my no spray mosquito sign from the 80s?

It is  just a thought, but, next time you are walking in the country, take the time to unwind and use no devises. Just you alone in nature. Open your eyes and see the beauty around you.

July Memories

On the 4th of July,  I turned 66 years old in Sedwick, ME. We rented a cottage on a pond and relaxed, and edged another step into retirement bliss. No worries, no time, no deadlines, just relaxation.
My favorite memories of this trip is the sounds that were all around us. The constant sound of the movement of water. The songs of the birds, the wood thrush, phoebes, and the loons. Some of our MA migrating warblers, were now parents and enjoying the wilds of Maine. The rains came and out came our books and picture puzzles. We cooked almost all of our meals, and ate listening to BBC radio.

No computers, no cell phone reception and no technology.

We went to bed early and work up even earlier. We both enjoyed the oddity of sleeping in twin beds across the room.

We sat out on the deck when at long last, the sun paid us a visit. We explored small towns of Maine, island homes, craft schools, local artists homes/shops, and farmer's markets.
We laughed, played and enjoyed each others company.

I no longer think that I am a young person. Neither my thoughts, clothes, or body have any thing in common with a younger person.  I do not regret growing older.  But for years, I have been in denial of who I was becoming. Some would say as I aged, I grow more and more like a crazy old lady.
So be it. It is an occupation that suits me very well.

So when I turned 66, I was given the biggest and best birthday card of my lifetime.  It was too large to bring home. But, I am still laughing about that card and how silly a spouse of 27 years can become; when he is relaxed, unstressed and in vacation mode.

View looking out an artist's studio onto the wide open blueberry fields.

After resting on my left shoulder for 20 minutes, this dragon fly cools off on the side of our cottage.

Best cherries in the world, ok life in Main is like a bowl of cherries. There I said it.

Old fishing lodge cabin door with reflections of the the pond.