Buzzards Bay

Philosophy | Travel

Getting There In Spirit

“I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walking Rising up before the dawn has its advantages.  Mostly in solitude, but also in that dance with light that happens whether you join in or not.  I prefer to…

Fitness | Philosophy

Beginning with !

Yesterday I took the plunge into a brisk Buzzards Bay. Temperatures were well above “numbing” but not quite “refreshing“. It was more in the “you get used to it” range. I find that more than acceptable, if a bit lonely. It seems most still have it in the numbing category and there was a lot…

Travel

The Bay

“But water is a question, so many living things in it, but what is it, itself, living or not? Oh, gleaming generosity, how can they write you out?” – Mary Oliver, Some Things, Say the Wise Ones These past few days I’ve gotten re-acquainted with our old family friend Buzzards Bay.  This particular body of…

Lifestyle

Sunset

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” – Ralph Waldo…

Culture | Lifestyle | Travel

Walking the Line

Walking this morning on Cape Cod I saw turkey tracks in the snow. The funny thing about turkey tracks is they look like arrows, pointing this way and that, as if to tell you to Go here! No, go there! Turkey walk in circles looking for food, and their tracks point you, if you tried…

Lifestyle | Travel

I Must Get Back To The Sea

“The sea    isn’t a place     but a fact, and       a mystery”– Mary Oliver, The Waves It’s been less than two weeks since I’ve visited the ocean, and it feels like forever.  We’re deep into the holidays now, and the end of the quarter, the end of the year and the end of…

Lifestyle

Love the One You’re With

I woke up extra early today, hearing the call. Looking out the window I see a faint orange tint to an otherwise black sky. Not time yet, but close. I lay back down, but it’s no use. The call prevails. I scroll social media to distract the restless spirit. A quick scan confirms my worst…