The state of Maine is beautiful. The seasons are magnificent and bold, and the treasures of the mountains, of the frosty sea, of the wildflower meadows and of the whispering pines are incomparable. When you stand on the shore and gaze out into the horizon, the sky meets the sea in a union of infinity, of past, of present and of the foggy future.
Recently, I travelled back to my college reunion in Maine where I connected not only with some of my friends and missed others, but also where I re-connected with my college self.
My college self loved dear friends, scholarship, theater, music, and possibilities as limitless as the sky. My post college self shares all of the same enthusiasms as well as love for my husband and two amazing adult children.
Aside from my professional experiences and raising my family, I have loved a lot of people and have lost a lot of people who were parts of my soul post college and who continue to inspire me today.
The wide-eyed college graduate I once was loved acting, belting out Broadway songs and thriving in Classical languages. Along the way I learned life amidst the ruins – classical or otherwise- is powered by gratitude.
A year ago, I resigned my job as principal of my dear high school alma mater to care for my parents who, in their “golden years,” navigate the unchartered seas of Alzheimer’s and of physical disability.
Back in the day, my father was an able captain of all he touched. He deftly sailed and motored boats. So too he navigated my childhood with imagination and devotion.
On Christmas day, I would wake up to magic – stuffed animals playfully performing tasks such as fishing or singing with recorded soundtracks.
Once Dad even surprised me at my formal eighth grade dance by flying back for twelve hours from a teamster’s negotiation in Washington, DC so I would have my dad there. At the time, I did not know he was coming, and I will never forget how thrilled I was when I saw him.
Outside of dad’s personal life, he also navigated an incredible journey as an executive for United Parcel Service(UPS). Ultimately, dads served as Director of Finance when UPS expanded internationally.in 1988.
My mom taught high school English in the Boston Public Schools and at my alma mater for over thirty years, and she touched the future. Today, she does not give up on my dad or on teaching or on trying to walking again after three hip replacements.
Always loved the musical Pippin and will keep trying to find my “Corner of the Sky.”