Last Sunday I went to Bitterly Beach. How is it that I have been back home in Maine for over five years now and it’s been almost two years since I last went to Reid State Park? No, that cannot be right.
If it is true, my mood was elevated from the last time I was there. I had Moxie on my mind.
As I think back to that time in March of 2017 when the world seemed so very dark, I’m amazed by the passage of time. Is it time that heals our broken hearts and soothes our broken spirits?
“You sound so existential, Julie-Ann.”
A representative from a “Help Desk” in Ireland said that to me one day a few weeks ago while he was troubleshooting a broken rod or cone on my computer. His voice sounded like Van Morrison.
It made me laugh.
Then I reconnected with an acquaintance from my University of Maine days and he told me “The Rockford Files” television show had been instructive to him as a young man. And he made me laugh, too.
Finally, on Thursday, we had a Valentine’s Day bandit here in Lisbon. There were orange hearts all over town. It was heartwarming, to say the least.
And I do not want to forget…we’ve just selected the winning artwork for the Moxie Festival logo contest and there were so many lovely and inspiring stories behind the artwork.
Maybe it’s the Moxie that’s lightened my step. Sure, I still have existential thoughts, but things seem brighter.
Moxie is the medium.
That’s got to be what it is.