Last week, we left our farm in the care of a friend and drove to Maine.
We stayed by the sea.
We walked on the shore.
I marveled at my children, at how quickly they dig in to explore and learn a place that is so very different from home.
And I spent some time sitting, just staring out at the sea, and the gulls, and the clouds ever changing overhead.
We had a reason for driving the long hours to Maine that had nothing to do with the shore, but I could not possibly travel all that way and not see the sea. Once a year. Just once a year. I love my landlocked home with all of my heart and I am more than content to call our farm my forever place on this Earth, but once a year I need this. To stand on the shore and remember how vast the spaces of this world are. How Sea and Land and Sea and Land stretch out away from all points, and back again.
It's somehow enough, this just once a year.