Winged Motivation

Click on Pic to see short video from my deck One of the coolest things about living right here on a cliff on a point on an island on the ocean is the water. I’m so close to Deer Island Canada that it’s hard for me to think of THIS as the sea, but well, it IS. When I look straight out from my desk in my studio, I can see the coast of Maine, and when I look to my right, I see Deer Island with its hills and pine trees and small villages and even a salmon farm. The water almost seems land-locked. …

I moved to the coast of Maine so I could experience LIFE every day. I want to be close to nature in the remarkable and unusual ways she expresses herself in this part of the world. Oh wow! I just looked out the window from my studio and I’m seeing a TON of whirlpools. The swirls churn up bubbles that float on the surface and accentuate the rims of the agitated water. This swirling water is a metaphor for something. I just have no idea what...yet. But I’ll figure it out. And then I’ll write abo…

house from whale watching boat front of house from ww boat The cottage I’ve moved to in Maine has HUGE windows facing the sea that I absolutely love. The combination of being on the sea, and having so many windows makes watching nature and the changes in the weather truly spectacular! From my studio loft windows, I can see the bay, Maine's mainland and Deer Island, Canada. I I keep a pair of binoculars on my desk so I can grab them quickly to get …

Food. It’s life. It grows. It feeds us. It dies and decays and grows mold. It becomes food for new life. It’s natural! It's the cicle of life... Time Creates and Destroys... so it can Create again. I've lived in my house in Downeast Maine for about 3 months now. I feel so at home here. I'm embracing the rural, rustic life with my typical enthusiasm. But there is something Super - Enthusiastic about THIS change. I am perfectly full of joy and peace. This is what I'm meant to do with my life…

I am sitting in my studio watching the second... well the only word for it is SHIP go by on Passamaquoddy bay. Between the ships I saw a lobster boat pulling in its cages while countless seagulls ambushed it. They were only countless because they kept moving, encircling the boat hoping for scraps of bait to fill their gullets with. I can hear the water lapping much louder now due to the wake of the latest ship that has just passed my windows in this channel. I am here. I made it!! I have been…