We packed up our house and drove north to Canada, to take our son to school in Michigan. Storm clouds followed us:
Small concerns like how to pack up our front porch furniture are a good distraction from Hurricane Irene, whose arrival might make last summer’s rainstorms seem like raindrops:
Every time I take the ferry back and forth to Martha’s Vineyard, I notice something new. Or look at something from a different angle. Homeward bound, a flag catches my attention:
How do we shop for dinner and meditate at the same time? We go clamming.
Part of the magic of Martha’s Vineyard is the combination of farmland and ocean. I wish I had a tail to swing back and forth while meditating.