June Journeys
Recently, while on a visit to the home of dear friends, I happened upon this scene. For me, it was so typically New England. A small hand made wooden dory and a duck, both resting. Something about the tranquility of the moment filled me with great peace. The past six months have been filled with change and challenges. I have grieved, and celebrated, laughed and cried. There have been moments of great joy with my granddaughters and days of sorrow over the death of loved ones. Needless to say, I have been anything but tranquil. Yet, here I was in a strange town, beside the docks where boats that cost more than my entire education were moored. The smell of sea and diesel wafted over the bay. Seagulls grumbled about the loss of a morsel of food. Scruffy fishermen stood in silence on the bridge by the dock hoping to catch just one more. I wonder, did God send an angel to gently nudge me down the street during my walk to this moment, this magical moment? Was it planned that I...