Showing posts with label Eliot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eliot. Show all posts

Vignettes on Returning II.

>> September 15, 2010

On family farms in Maine. We encounter the best of what we feel we have brought home. There are collaborative energies, commitments towards betterment for our world. It is not a paradox to us at all that American ideals count on heritage passed from our family, our country, our past.

In Oxford, conservation programs have encouraged habitat for spawning trout and migrating birds, forests are conserved with accessible shared roads and trails, homes are made efficient through local government incentives. Over and over again, we hear stories of neighborhood bartering, of exchanges of services, natural bounty, knowledge and good will.

In Bowdoinham, plans are afoot to encourage pasturing of cattle and sheep. On the river in Eliot, years of monitoring may once again provide viable recreational clamming and shell fishing opportunities not known for generations.

Our country and our world are tuned to the impacts of people. We will continue to write this blog in order to provoke ongoing commitment on how travel can enhance local efforts and manifest larger global change.

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Untitled (Eliot, Me) 9-8-10

>> September 11, 2010

Two common things
Restlessness and abandon
This morning
Cape Ann
Rocks of Ice
Coated in living salt
Almost to Lydia
Where she lives
Pine and Whipple
Soft Sea lines
Dimpled and Silted
Banks in Collapse
Here built on softened
Peats not afraid of
Erosion
More of decay
And transmission
Of Earth to Sea
On Generational problems
Coated in living rock
Loathing of itself, I
In the Sun
Exposed
Warmed worm drops
Broken loss
Of ancestral lands
Here
Tied to crystal
Cold Waters,
Of this stream
Eyes Reflection
To this river
Where Kennedy’s mother
Goes
From Wilmington
Weaves grave knots
From Roots of Bishops’
Pulpits
Scattered amidst
Shrunken crossyards
Brought in
From Inshore
And planted
In fallen crosses
Along silver
Blue and emerald
Green bluffs cliffs
Whose Lifting slowly
And amping towards
Tossed trees
Towards
The land
Lovemaking
Between sea and river

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Beverly Reminds of Seafarers

>> September 9, 2010

Beverly reminds me of Seafarers.
The Town rolls along on Hills.
New England Coast
Has a hard handhold on me.

Its small inlets,
Tiny Harbors which Present
Themselves against Frishermen's
Lodges, Anchoring and bringing Long
Long Taught lines ashore.

Beverly reminds me on
Seafarers returned Wet on Winter
Storms, Storms tossed on clapboards

With salt snow, spitting winds
Winters ghosts of Hawks
Owls of black ice night

Nice Lanie Beverly's Daughter
keeps Summer fruit
Autumn's gourds and orchards.

Vines that grow up beside
Flag poles and Halloween.

Wind is always here
Haunting sounds that
Rub against old doorways

Playing Riddles on our
Own Tides and Sentiments
Now three Generations.

Eliot guards the garden
Rugged rocky coast path
North. Eliot knows rivers

The way to fjord this Coast
With pebbly soft Grey
and Blue beaches
Guards the cold.

Beneath perfect round
Pebbles Death's rattle
Smiling mosses
Lit green in last wave
Retreats partnered in Sunlight

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New York, New York, New York

>> September 6, 2010

It was a strange touchdown in New York's JFK. The shocks squeezed lower. The wheels seemed to push against the earth with an unnaturally heavy load. Our travels came screeching into the same runway from which we had lifted off to Tokyo nine month's earlier.

We are so enjoying the NYC welcome. While it feels like another stop on a long adventure, we are happy to be in familiar places and spending long, languishing warm days with family.

This morning, the two of us walked the Highline Park While there, we remembered our best suits as travelers: we feel our presence and community spirit brings us into harmony with what locals love about the places they live. We do not live in Chelsea, New York - yet we know it, feel it, understand it in the space of hours and days.

Yet, even as we relish the slow pace of long family visits, tomorrow we are back on the road. Labor Day for us means early rise to share over breakfast our newest fun travel recipe rice pudding with Indian spices.



While we are not feeling thrilled about donning our packs again and walking across the width of New York at dawn, this will be business as usual, breakfast with a lovely Aunt and Uncle, public transit and bus through four states to Boston and Salem, Mass; more visits with old friends, and round off the evening with genuine local cuisine 'steamer clams,' fresh coastal corn-on-the-cob, beers, loads of fun and laughter.

Our journey departing Beverly, Mass on Tuesday morning repeats our favorite late-Summer circuit. New York to Maine, back through the Cape and Islands (hello M.V.!!) to East Canaan, and back again. This year will also wrap up with Fall colors in Vermont. From here we will visit grandmothers and old friends. Tomorrow's journey takes us up our family pathways through Boston, onto the Atlantic Coast of New England.

At the end of the month we will celebrate Yale-in-China centennial back here in New York. After that our journey will head South, overland from Northern Vermont, through Ithaca, NY, to Columbus and Cincinnati, Ohio, to visit my parents in Berea, Kentucky, before finally making it home to New Orleans.

Around the world and a half? People ask us sometimes when our journey will end. It is a reasonable enought question. The truth is, we both look forward to settling on some piece of land and staying long enough to plant and raise crops, to grow trees, and to garden.

For now, this is not in the cards for us. After only a couple months on our beloved Gulf Coast, it will be back on the road again when we will begin traveling again back to South America, to Taganga, Colombia and our hotels El Miramar, Santa Marta and Oso Perezoso Hotel in Taganga. From Taganga, we may find our way circling through Amazon voyages or up the Rio Orinoco with our friends from Posada Don Carlos to distant villages cut off from modern devices. We do not pretend to know where all we are going.

Will we see you on the Colombia beaches next Winter? Or will our paths cross some other way? Who knows where our fates will lead us to exactly?

Keep up with us. We hope to continue to not only feed you our stories and experieces; we want to share our advice, our research, our ambitions and dedication through this blog.

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