When you come from a state made of sand, you tend to lose your perspective of what the world is made of. It feels shifting and unstable, like it's changing all the time and eroding into the ocean. But when I lay down on the rocks of Maine, Mother Earth wrapped her arms around me and reminded me how strong she is. Especially at those places on the mountain where the wind howls. Nothing moves those rocks. Not the wind, not the mighty ocean. Not for years past and not in years to come. Solid. Safe.
Maine is absolutely beautiful and if you have a chance, visit Mount Desert Island, go hiking in the Acadia National Park, watch a sunrise from the top of Cadillac Mountain and stay at Moss Mountain Cottage. But don't make your reservations when I want to go there, because, I'll be back!
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