Thumpety Thump


Good morning everyone. A very light snow is drifting down onto the several inches we have received over the last few days. It looks like it will be a white Christmas here on the Maine coast.

We made our annual offering to the forest creatures at the Giving Tree just out at edge of the swamp behind our house. The kids lay down a sweet feast of apple slices for the beings out there. With snow this early I am sure that everyone out there will be thankful for the offering. Seems like a silly thing but to us the Giving Tree, a very large hemlock with wide sweeping branches, reminds us that we are not alone on the planet.

During the sailing season we have the constant and magnificent reminders; seals basking on the ledges, eagles calling from the island woods, porpoise surfacing for a breathe in the darkness. These moments touch our hearts with the thrill of connectedness. With the new moon just past the stars have been especially brilliant at night. I look up and feel like a speck only to be brought back to earth by the call of a barred owl in the woods. And my heart goes thumpety thump again. Last night we spent the evening making crafts with friends we do not see often enough. Thumpety thump again. The thrill of connectedness finds us in surprising places. I hope you notice when your heart goes thumpety thump today.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

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  1. I remember the nights aboard the Mary Day. Looking at the heavens and beholding their beauty and symetry. Before the bible was written God’s Word was written in the stars. The constellations original intent has been lost to most over the centuries but to say that this is all by chance without any design is ludicrous. It is too bad those in or near cities cannot see but but a fraction of what is up there. I was so looking forward to doing some star gazing aboard this year and I was not disappointed. We who live in cities can’t help but fall in love with the more simpler things in life aboard the Mary Day. To feel the wind in your face as you glide across the water. To enjoy good fellowship without regard as to what you do for a living or your social status. The list goes on and on. Norbert Stager

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