Happy New Year everyone! This past year was a great one, especially career-wise. I loved watching the readership numbers for this blog tick steadily upward every single month. Thank you for making that possible!
I woke up to a beach this morning, but it wasn't the warm and sunny one pictured above. That was New Years Day 2011, when Mark and I woke up on a desert island in the South Pacific. The New Hampshire seacoast is great and all, but if you're like me and need to escape the cold and impending snow for a minute, click over to my travel blog and take a trip to Fraser Island.
And after your mini mental vacation, sit back and enjoy the beauty around you, even if your start to the New Year looks more like this:
Yesterday I packed away my flip-flops and summer dresses, banishing the bright colors to a dark box and replacing them with thick cable-knit sweaters and knee-high boots. I was a little sad to say goodbye to summer, but when I put on a cozy long sleeve shift and accessorized with my favorite scarf - the one that had lain forgotten for months - I knew it would be alright.
I was never one to celebrate autumn. All fall meant to me was the end of summer and the upcoming snow - what was so great about that? But then when I studied in London I looked at the sprinkling of the colors in the trees with longing, and sought out the few leaves on the sidewalk to hear that familiar rustle and crunch. When it came time to pick a wedding date, the fall months jumped out at me. I wanted my husband's Australian family to see a the leaves change in New England. We can't compete with an Aussie summer, but we pass their fall by leaps and bounds.
Now, I've come to appreciate the fall as the change of seasons at its best. Crisp days, soft sunlight and a blaze of color everywhere you go. I hurry to the farmstand to see what new produce has been harvested this week, and I hoard Macoun apples by the bushel. I only with I could send them across the oceans so that my family abroad could taste a perfect little sample of autumn in New England - fresh, crisp and gone too soon.
What is your favorite season? Do you have any family traditions for the fall?
Recently, I moved down to the beach for the winter. Although it seems counterintuitive, living at the beach during the off season is going great so far, with cheap rent, empty beaches, and amazing views from the back yard.
I've always wanted to watch the sun rise. I think I actually made it once or twice, only to have the image in my head thwarted by clouds. Seeing the sun rise over the ocean seemed especially romantic. When Mark and I spent New Years Eve on Fraser Island in Australia, we swore we would get up and greet the sun rising over the Pacific, but it didn't happen.
With the sun rise in Southern New Hampshire happening just after 6 a.m., it is coinciding perfectly with when I get up. Each morning, before I leave my bedroom at the end of the apartment, I can see the blazing sunlight peeking in under and around the door. When I walk into the living room, which faces the ocean, it is on fire.
I always stop to notice a beautiful sunset and think about all the things it represents - a higher power, the tiny part we play in the world, and the amazing power of nature. This week, I have been blessed to start my days with the most stunning skies. It reminds me to take a minute to enjoy the quiet before jumping into the hub-bub of the day. It's hard to have the morning blues when the world is so beautiful, just outside your sliders.
What about you - what things can help you start your day right? Have you ever seen the sun rise?
Meanwhile, here is my writing, elsewhere
I wrote the cover story for Renew Magazine about musicians in recovery. It was a fun story, where I got to talk to Marissa Rhodes, former American Idol contestant, and Wes Geer, former touring guitarist for Korn.
As I blogged about before, I've loved interviewing WWII vets for an upcoming book. This vet told me about flying in a bomber during the assault on Dusseldorf, Germany, and later visiting the city as a tourist with his wife.
For those of you who are local, this horse show by the brain behind Cirque du Soiel was amazing, this film festival in Portsmouth this weekend is bringing a taste of Telluride to New Hampshire, and this new show in Boston will give you a fix for Pottermania.
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