Bug Light Reflection
Sitting on the rocks
Perched and looking out over Casco Bay
The smell of the clear salty air
a drifting breeze floating over the water
Slow ripples and currents gliding across the blue-green water
Two schooners sailing by peacefully, their canvas sails billowing out
The air is so clear today I can see all the way to Cousins Island and beyond
I am so thankful to live here in this beautiful state of Maine
The tiny lighthouse they call “Bug”
sits like a white frosted top of a sand castle in the distance,
Jutting out into the ocean as if in a gesture of bravery
A bird dive bombs vertically then alights from the water
with a splash he picks up his breakfast for the day
The seaweed floats in waves
I called this bay my home for six years and suddenly sitting here
The memories come flooding back
Planes soaring high in the sky
One dark gray jet flies low without a trail behind it – perhaps military surveillance
A reminder looking out to Fort Gorges – a solid gray fortress
Can I sit here and be present for long enough to let it really sink in? To fully appreciate my surroundings and this gift that is Earth?
What do we notice when we finally stop to see, listen, observe?
Am I quiet within or restless?
Am I constantly searching?
Am I able to rest in the stillness of the now?
Can I be satisfied with all that is here in this moment?
Can I absorb what is present in and of itself without wanting more?
Mill Creek Pond
At the lily pond
The ducks hustle and bustle – congregating like little kindergartners at recess
Happily quacking away
Some duck and dive their heads into the water and swim amongst the pink lotus flowers
That sit still on their dark green pads
A few seagulls make themselves at home amidst the gaggle
Standing out like sore thumbs
The large copper beeches stand in their majesty
Looking over the whole flock
In the center of the pond a fountain circulates water
Spouting up and out in a circle
Birds chirp happily above in their perches
A family of three walks slowly around the pond
Their tot wobbling as the mother warns “careful with your stick”
Tiny girl in a blue princess dress waving hello as she passes byme
A huge smile lighting up her face
Two lovers sit in the gazebo, arms over each other
Gazing at the pond
An older man uses his walker to walk the path carefully, step by step
Slow and steady
A biker calls “passing on the left” as she zooms by
Across the pond two small children throw breadcrumbs for the ducks
Who proceed to squawk and gawk in a frenzy of activity, desperately searching the water for morsels
While the seagulls glide and soar above them
the pace is calm here as cars honk and zoom by on their way
But time seems to stand still in this quiet microcosm
A few people walk by with their dogs
Who stop and sniff each park bench picking up on previous scents
An old man in a straw hat, checked shirt and high wasted khakis appears to be the local “Bird Man” handing out bread crumbs and seed for the birds
Talking to them and to passers by “you should see them in the wintah!”
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