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5/6/2026: transitional space/time

 Good Morning from Prospect Harbor, Maine.

The whole earth seems to recognize spring as the time for change. Warm winds signal to birds that it is time to return to their summer breeding grounds. The songbirds sing a melody of a new season. the frogs in the pond sit in chorus together, welcoming a new chapter to begin. Plants emerge and stretch up from the ground, opening their faces to the new light of a season. May is a month of new beginnings. baby animals open their glossy eyes to the view of a new life. This morning I too woke up and felt reborn.

Yesterday was my last day of work at this job I've poured myself into for the last year. it feels surreal, my mind still hasn't grasped that it's over. My subconscious still believes that it's just my weekend an that I'll be putting on my bandana and kitchen clothes on friday. But I wont. The pages of this life are turning over. 

There is a certain untethered feeling that comes with being mid-transition. An anxiety and excitement that makes my whole self tremble. Moving on is scary, but that's okay. In the last handful of months I have found the community I was dreaming of finding when I came to this place. I feel that finally I have been accepted into this pocket of people, just in time to leave. People I have barely even gotten to know have told me that they'll miss me. And you know what? I'll miss them too.

The to-do list that I write every day has changed. I now have to think of the clothes i need for the next handful of days. Clean the car, vacuum and mop the floors for the last time, gather up my belongings and prepare for the cross-country drive back to my birthplace. I too am the osprey, being called home with the wind.

The reality of being a conscious being is that we can find a sense of home in people. I have someone here that feels like home. My community in the midwest is home too. As I continue to grow and see more of this world I'll probably have homes all across the map. And I like that. I love people so easily, and am so damn grateful for the love that was shown to me in this tiny community. The people here really truly care for one another. They practice a "love thy neighbor" moral code that seems to be dying in other places. There are so many people here that would give me a cup of sugar. Knowing the strength of this community and experiencing the way these people come together for one another is a lifestyle I plan to bring with me wherever I go. This place has taught me the true strength of community. and the biggest lesson on community that I have learned is that you don't have to LIKE everyone, but it is still important that we show up and support those who live in our area. That to me is huge. No soul is left behind here, even if they aren't our bestest-of-friends.


I'm ready for the hot and sweaty Wisconsin summer. Last week I wasn't ready to go. Moving on makes us nostalgic for the times we have had. I'm ready to put my feet into a creek and be back into a place that contains so much comfort. Even if it's just for a few months, I feel like my mind is ready to get back to a place of familiarity, have a deep breath and take some time to really reflect on the last year that I've had. I am ready to make my next body of work and continue to grow as a practicing artist. I'm ready to live authentically as an artist and support other creatives. 

I'll end today's post with a poem from John O'Donohue:

“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”

― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

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