Clean Water In Maine Happens Out Of Respect, Because Of Fewer People, Less Development.
Clean, plentiful water is not the norm, a given everywhere on the planet.
But in Maine, water is pristine, unspoiled, in great abundance. The Maine water sustains us for more than hydration and is usually, somehow tied to our recreational endeavors. Looking at it, swimming, fishing it. Maine has lots of water. And we protect it, treasure the natural resource that we treat like good stewards. Passing it along to the next generation in as good or better condition, shape than we we received it.
The depth of wells in Maine is not like other urban areas heavily tapped into with the drilled straws to service the needs, pressures of family households.
The water rights go with the properties, real estate being sold, conveyed, transferred. Unless a shared well has water rights conveyed to the place out back. That was originally grandmother’s trailer, mobile home. Or used by the hired hand on a Maine farm in a rental property. Some recreational properties rely on hand carried water in un-pressurized systems for simple outdoor camping in Maine.
Clean, fun, plentiful water in Maine, the land of lakes. Many islands, lots of rivers, ponds, streams, brooks and ah yes, the oceanfront. Where lots of Maine lighthouses are surrounded by crashing waves of water on rocky, craggy, jagged coastlines.
Do more than 8 glasses of water per day. Maine is waterfront, somehow connected to water to float your boat. Don’t stay away so long. Find your local Maine well driller if that’s your H2O need.
Maine Rivers Fun For Kayaking, Rafting, Canoeing Video.
When you make your living listing and selling Maine homes, no matter where you go, you notice, admire them.
Because it’s what we do. Like a car salesman who loves highly engineered autos. Or a jeweler who has his own personal collection of gemstones.
So when we are traveling around Maine, homes in other areas catch our eye.
Get a snap shot and collected like Maine lighthouses. Which are not so common in Aroostook County. Not needed on a Northern Maine lake or river to warn of waterway shipping lane hazards.
Can You Imagine Raising A Family, Holding Parties And Living, Heating, Cleaning A Home This Big?
On the way back from dropping the youngest son off at the Portland Maine jetport, took a more meandering route along the coast.
To avoid the monotony of Interstate 95. And to sample some of what vacationers only get to see once a year on a week’s vacation. Where anyone who is lucky enough to live in Maine full time gets to experience all year round. And different seasons provide an entirely different sensation, experience for the sightseer. Caught four Maine lighthouses, it was a good day.
The image above the Knox Mansion in Thomaston Maine is too pretty, stately to just drive by.
Had to turn around, go back. Dig out the Brownie Hawkeye. When you make your living dealing with homes, houses in Maine along with other property listing types. Sharing the images, the flavor of Maine in our travels is not hard with the hunt and peck blog format. This Maine mansion home in Thomaston originally built in the late 1800’s high on a hill. It made me look further into history of the General Henry Knox museum.
Maine, forget just thinking summers, lobsters, lighthouses. Get to the state often, don’t stay away so long. See how she feels in the other three seasons besides just during summer living.
Maine Is Outdoors, Not Chrome And Glass, Gold Fancy. But Outdoor Natural Stunning Beauty. Come Sample ME.
The talents, skills you have that are unique to your personality are very much needed in a small Maine town.
Because fewer people and the “pitch in attitude” means you would be missed if you stepped away. You have a greater purpose and are way way more involved. You know your neighbors well because your leisure time is putting together local community events.
More and more phone calls, emails with a common theme, lament, okay whine.
Hearing in person from folks living in crowded cities that they are not happy. Have been in a funk. Had the condition for some time now. And starting to realize it is not their mate. But the surroundings of where they live that is causing strain, cracks. Coming up short.
Something is missing and life is flying by. Many live in fear of crime, gangs. Others just say their day to day is a big bone tiring race. Too hectic and the cause of the truck tire forming around their waist. All that gray hair or loss on whatever was on their heads.
And the sobering realization that they could never afford to retire where they live now. Nor would they want to although their area was at one time a neat place to call home. Before all the people moved in. And life changed big time. When the cost of living became nose bleed high across the board for everything. Everywhere they turned. Permits, regulation overload and being taxed to death left and right takes its toll. Causing many to consider a Maine move, retirement relocation to the Pine Tree State.
Or worry about raising their kids in an urban area, not in Maine is making them have second thoughts on where they should be living.
You don’t move to Maine to make a giant salary. You take money out of the equation. Find it is cheaper to live here. Because your fun is low or no cost when you are lucky enough to live in Vacationland full time. Maine housing, real estate price tags are a fraction of other places. And the long list of what we don’t have that includes traffic, people insincerity, often a mortgage, is just as special as the four season unspoiled beauty of Maine. All by themselves. There is space in the place called Maine.
What some spend only one week a year to see is at your disposal year round when you live in Maine.
Alpine ski a Maine hill or cross counry ply a field on a sunny winter day. Climb Mt Katahdin or a myriad of other hills of different degrees of difficulty other seasons. Spend time kayaking a Maine lake. Fishing a hidden stream. Biking a park way perimeter roadway. Hunt, hide out, collect images shooting photos. Of places that depending on the season, your place in life can look so vastly different. Clarity and awareness happen when you spend time in Maine. You appreciate the little things in Maine more.
Plant and grow your own Maine farm food to know what you are putting in your body.
Feeding your family at the daily meals. Gaining the independence, self reliant feeling do more and more yourself. Not hiring it out. As you become the Jack of all trades by necessity. And find you are more connected with other neighbors down the road after the same richness, quality of living. Safe place to raise their kids.
Examine the images of Maine and see if it stirs you. Hits an inner special place. Find what you are looking for, what is missing in Maine. Get here quick as you can.
Life’s Storms Happen But Define You, Make You Stronger. More Aware, Capable, Happy, Grateful.
My Dad used to remark that some people seem to get through life easier.
No, not because they don’t have storms. Or took the Uncle Sam, go helpless, take care of me route. Because most Mainers are independent, hard working if they are able, healthy mentally, physically, spiritually. And practice living, adopting a gentile poverty life approach.
Pretty self reliant, self sufficient, resourceful Yoda would say is how we Mainers are built, wired. The rural nature of our state with way way less people. Tighter money means look for your inner peace outdoors in nature. Home made not store bought approach to life. If it is to be, it is up to me thinking adopted, taught. Ingrained into each and everyone of us early in life.
Put there by parents, family, mentors, teachers, coaches, the rest of the village that helps raise us in Maine. Because there is a deep connection. Unavoidable sense that we all need each other. In the scattered, smaller Maine towns that dot the landscape. Are the majority of all the neat, special communities you’ll find when you motor into Vacationland.
Joy and inner peace obtained through plenty of patience, working on being more understanding of others.
The greater thought clarity, awareness levels that pin, peg the scale needle happen easily. Effortlessly out in the fresh Maine air when all that is not so all out important is stripped away. Being smack dab out in the middle of four season nature that Maine is saturated with everywhere you turn. If you make the time to kayak a Maine lake. Hike up a hill. Ski down the other side. Collect a few Maine lighthouses. If you really make a conscience effort to turn up. Tune in and sharpen your awareness levels.
Removing the day to day of work, disassemble all the other crutches we depend, lean on for support to an extreme.
Shifting from band aiding symptoms to all out war. To remove, take out the machine gun nest at the heart of the problem. Releasing, opening up options to experience nature, the wildlife. The Maine setting we are all so blessed to have surrounding us in the Pine Tree State.
Maine. She’s waiting. Always available if we practice moderation, being grateful, sorting out any “stinking thinking thoughts” rolling around inside. Causing worry. A favorite life long daily sermon / theme of my Mom’s growing up. Reminded, preached to the four farm boys. My Dad needed and heeded her balance / gratitude is riches wisdom reminder too. Benefited, applied it to his metronome settings. To establish a beat to pace, govern his day too.
When obstacles to clarity in our thinking are removed. To see what’s up ahead in your life path for steps to take next. For crystal sharp 20 – 20 inner vision, greater fulfillment. To achieve heightened awareness. To obtain the puzzle pieces we all are missing, should be collecting. To get the answers you need to spotlight, maneuver safely the blind spots for curves, dips, forks in the road ahead. Or to reinforce that you are on the right life course for you.
I think we are less helpless as we become more “jack of all trades” capable to survive in Maine.
We appreciate the little things that are real. Sustain us. With a willingness to reach out and give a hand practiced. Casting, throwing out a rope to reel in anyone around that we see needs it. Because we have all been lost. Stubbed toes, broken hearts, made blind mistakes from missed cues. Did not see all the red flags because of too busy raising kids full time, running a business. Popping up one by one like Maine lake winter ice fishermen traps that spring skyward in harmony. Now kids are raised, empty nest it’s time for activities put off too long.
After church worship, I am set to head out to down hill snow ski at Crabbe Mountain in Canada today. To feel alive, get rid of some energy. To see, feel inside and out the beauty of a gorgeous day that is up to me to not waste. To realize it is a gift, a miracle.
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” –
Albert Einstein
Maine, how long has it been since you visited her? Spent time in Vacationland?
Maine Is Music All Around You. The Natural Kind, The Songs The Local Volunteer Musicians Create To Entertain The Whole Family Outdoors.
Spending more time outdoors in Maine, enjoying the four seasons is one healthy New Year’ resolution.
And because of more space, fewer people, the cost is small or none to fill those lungs with fresh air, your eyes with incredible scenery. Come listen to the water lapping on a one of our many Maine lakes, ponds.
Make Maine your must do, healthy habit to be in Vacationland through out the year.
Maybe a lighthouse in Maine, one of over 60 is the collection of images you want to add to the vacation photo album of memories. There is something special, that helps you unplug, let go and take away something special that stays inside around a Maine lighthouse, the rock bound coastline, sea air setting. Maine has four seasons and every special spot you need to return to looks, feels, is a little different depending on the time of year you vacation.
Or maybe walking around the Old Port in Maine’s largest city Portland, to round out your knowledge of the Pine Tree State. If you claim to know Maine like the back of your hand.
Remember,Maine is a rural farming state and the harvest of potatoes, blueberries, apples, anything agricultural is a special time to visit too! Farmers markets in Maine are a perfect chance to meet the down to Earth hardworking people of our neat state.
Maybe getting out on a newly groomed Maine snow sled trails to ride, explore where a car does not go is what you had in mind. For something different, to see where the wildlife of Maine live.
To enjoy the Maine outdoor setting way fewer people get to experience.
Thank you for following the Me In Maine Blog Posts. I try to make the posts varied, special and to reflect the one of a kind setting only Maine can provide you. Happy New Year and hope our paths cross some way, some how in 2013.
Handling Joys, Struggling Defeats, Ups And Downs In Life Needs Back And Forth Communications. No Man Is An Island.
Ever been in a public place where lots of people but not much chatter?
Everyone face down but not praying. Eyes opened but lowered. Nose glowing as the bright spot in the eerie screen reflection of a smart phone. Maybe nursing a lap top, iPad to engage the back and forth. To ping pong a short string of communication created with competing thumbs. With someone other than who is across the table or in the booth with them.
Distractions, hobbies, diversions.
What we fill our days with, attach importance to has changed. Less chores around the Maine farm. And more time to socialize on line. Untethered. With the device carried everywhere we go. To stay connected. But in the simplest terms of communication. Maybe an image attached, link to a video to round out the information sharing. But pretty quickly created. Then hitting send to whisk off into thin air as the new form of carrier pigeon.
And with busy busy lives but less dependent on food, shelter, safety worries, maybe texting, not being face to face matters more and more.
Just like the volume letter writing, of phone calls has dropped off for many. Texting is simple, easy, lazy. Not wanting the same room conversation that could be uncomfortable, squirm causing, awkward depending on the topic being addressed. Others kept at arms length with a hand held texting device.
These days, instead of a few close friends that were usually family, neighbors who pitched in, helped out, the audience to rub shoulders with has exploded. A more traveled, wider expanse of “others” to be aware of as the globe gets smaller. People move around more. No longer live and die close to where they grew up. Venturing out. Way out. And reaching back to share what they have learned is a tad egocentric. If viewed as come on, top this people.
Even when we are with someone if a stream of text messages drift in and out, is there an urgency to respond to the vibration?
Clutch your hip. Not wanting to be rude or make them wait? But you are with someone. Oh yeah. Multi tasking happens with conversations, not just the to do list items check off. I get it. But what if it’s one of the kids hurt? Better check.
Hunt and peck tapped back strings of abbreviations, slang, short hand in today’s language to keep the simple communication, loose connection going. To reach out and touch someone in the most basic limited written text form. Until we can do the real thing. But been reminded “remember people don’t talk so much any more if they are cool and they only text”. Okay.
New Year’s resolution to text less.
Have more face to face conversations. So you can see facial expressions. Hear the tone, or sense the sarcasm or humorous reaction with body movements. To get the effect of pauses. See and hear the mental wheels of the other end of the conversation turning, meshing, grinding. That texting with chain saw efficiency cuts through. Totally eliminates.
Texts taken out of context. No body language, emotion, color to add to the information transfer when you and I are not on the same porch swing together. Or rocking, sipping tea and sampling a fresh home made pumpkin date filled cookie. In a pair of rockers. Chairs in a farm house kitchen near a wood cook stove I miss most from growing up. Now that parents are both gone.
The number of text messages sent monthly in the U.S. exploded from 14 billion in 2000 to 188 billion in 2010. That’s according to a Pew Institute survey. Don’t texts erode the need to spend time together, to start up the talking, listening two step? With undivided attention to the other? Or has that become a luxury? Just no time.
Or is juggling more than one conversation greater fun, providing deeper satisfaction?
So if one lags, gets boring, other more humorous, stimulating ones can take over. Pick it up. Observations from another conversation thread can keep the entertainment going? Do we have need to be entertained or have a burning need to really always know what is going on elsewhere? At this very second. Even when with someone three feet or closer away? Is the person we would rather be with on the other end of the text but the one we are visiting, spending time with fills the void in between those visits?
And how old should you be to have an account, use Facebook?
Maybe communications in a selfish society has become more let me vent. Just listen. The paid fifty five minute type of frustration down loads at a therapists may have helped weed and feed our self centerness. Spread into the tap tap text messages we create like new fresh Maine sticking snow balls. And to let fly.
