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Sept. 3 Book happiness and the last days of summer. . .

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I do not understand how this election could be clo

I do not understand how this election could be close. I don’t understand how any woman could cast a vote for a man who makes a joke of his contempt for us, who proudly takes credit for taking away our reproductive rights, who calls Kamala Harris the anti-Christ, who brags about assaulting women on the one hand and, on the other, claims he will “protect women whether they want it or not.” But after weeks of anxiety and dread, I’m feeling something else stirring as this gruesome chapter draws to a close — a kind of quiet faith that decency will prevail, that we women will stand together, that we will vote for the world we want to see. As Rebecca Solnit so beautifully writes: “What we care about is what we love. And we love so much more than the narrow version of who we are acknowledges: we love justice, love truth, love freedom, love equality, love the confidence that comes with secure human rights; we love places, love rivers and valleys and forests, love seasons and the pattern and order they imply, love wildlife from hummingbirds to great blue herons, butterflies to bears. This always was a love story.” Let us make history as we make our voices known: Vote with love for not only what is possible, but necessary; not only what is beautiful but soul-sustaining: Freedom and Justice for All.” #vote #womensupportingwomen #kamalaharris

Kind of a collage on a plate — the beauty of lat

Kind of a collage on a plate — the beauty of late-summer garden tomatoes, basil, arugula, and nasturtiums, layered with fresh mozzarella. #salad #augustgarden

“There must be always remaining in every life, s

“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which is in itself breathlessly beautiful.” ~ Howard Thurman. A late summer Monday in Maine, a passing shower at dusk, and then, for a little while here, the angels were singing.

“The world slips more deeply into us when we sli

“The world slips more deeply into us when we slip more deeply into the world.” ~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trotter. For one August week each summer for the last twenty-two years, we slip more deeply into to the world here, on the shores of this lovely lake in Maine. Always there is the shadow of summer’s end, which makes each quiet, mild day even more precious. There are no peak moments, just many sweet, small ones — a paddle dipping into silky water, the call of a loon, morning swims, coffee under the pines, a novel to get lost in, long walks and talks, family nestled close and dear old friends gathered round, cocktails before dinner, music before bed, falling asleep to the sound of waves lapping the shore, and even the lump in my throat as we close the cabin door one last time and head for home.

“A miracle, just take a look around: the world i

“A miracle, just take a look around: the world is everywhere.” ~ Wislawa Szymborska. One of the less celebrated rewards of travel is the slow reacclimation to home after being away, and perhaps seeing all that is familiar through fresh eyes. And so it is that I’m reminded every day to take a look around, to see the miracle of a summer day in my own backyard.

A last after-dinner stroll through Saint Antonin N

A last after-dinner stroll through Saint Antonin Noble Val. This small village turned out to be a perfect home base for us this week. And @lauren_seabourne and I are on our way home today with full hearts and lots of memories. #tarn #southoffrance #joyoftravel #saintantoninnobleval

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