dear ones, This morning we awoke to snow flurries and cloudy skies. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit at 7:00 a.m., so we don’t expect much snow accumulation for the Midcoast of Maine. In early winter, the warmer ocean temps can affect our air temps along the coast and often inhibit snow from accumulating until…

dear ones, The outside air is brisk this morning. It is 25 degrees Fahrenheit and the temperature will be going down to the teens tonight. Still, the sun shines brightly today with no clouds in sight.  I’d like to say the scent of the air in my writing space is as sweet as this sunny…

dear ones, This morning as I sit at my writing table in the brilliant sunshine, this is what this day’s mid-morning light reveals. It’s 43 degrees Fahrenheit with a light sea breeze wafting in from the tidal cove where Little River drains into the Gulf of Maine. For most Mainers, this is an energizing and…

It’s time. ‘Tis the Advent season when our waning evening light moves from outdoors to indoors. This afternoon, the late autumn air was so still, so balmy, and so fragrant in all of its fecundity, it pulled me out of my shake-shingled shelter. Whenever I’m outdoors, I remember again how much more constricted my breathing…

go deeper The deeper the love, the deeper the loss; the more you dare to love, the more you dare to lose; the more you lose, the more you regain; the deeper the Loss, the deeper the Love. grow deeper. mjh+

Whenever I need to step away from the fray, which is every day, the garden always inspires me. To inspire is to inhale, breathe in, and to fill one or others with the urge or ability to do or feel something, especially to do something creative. By inspiration, I’ve learned to breathe more deeply in…

At Pawleys Island SC, there is a legend that is oft-told on this sandy sliver of a barrier island. It is said that when the Gray Man appears on the shore, a hurricane is coming.   The sandy dunes, angel oaks, salt marshes, and lazy rivers of the Carolina Low Country and her people have…

Another flutter of Monarchs emerged from their chrysalides today and dried their wings in the sunshine. They spent their 2 week metamorphosis hidden in the azaleas, spirea, lambs ears, and up under the deck. The milkweed is in full recovery from feeding the caterpillars and is sprouting new leaves, even as our transformed friends catch…

All is calm at eventide on Little River as its flow of water rises into a closely hovering mist. A fog horn in the harbor sounds a baseline to the trebling of birdsong as I sit here for a spell. At this hour all soundings through the woods and across the water are clear. The…

Love of our God grows by our constant practice in Letting Go of our loves. mjh+