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Maine | Communication, Listening Is Easier In A Less Populated Rural State.

Fewer People, Less Noise Helps You Hear, Listen, Communicate Better In Maine.

My nine year career as a communicator, broadcaster started with passing an FCC third class license test in Bangor Maine at age fourteen.

Initially, I worked at a 1000 watt Houlton Maine radio station owned by Howdy Doody. “Buffalo Bob” owned three Maine radio stations in Houlton, Millinocket and Calais.

I then went on during college and after to work the Bangor Maine broadcast market. Ending up the career at a radio station owned by horror writer Stephen King. When I was treasurer of TKE fraternity and working at Bangor stations I would get home at 1am, tour the house and turn off lights, the heat down. Get ready for an 8 o’clock class at UMO.

When you spin records, rip and read news, help find lost cats and dogs, you try to be helpful.

You picture each and every segment in the audience that you don’t actually physically see. But the Arbitron quarter hour rating numbers show otherwise. You don’t ever whine when the “on air” light is on. No complaining. It’s all about being helpful, friendly, connecting with the listener.

The listeners you mass communicate to with the big iron stick, guy wired out back behind the studio with the transmitter in it. All of us tuned to a specific frequency, channel and my job to try to make every one feel unique, special, informed, entertained.

Depending on the time of day, the topics brought up can vary just like in a relationship, a marriage.

Tied to the weather, a local event, drive time special music to motivate to “get to work on time”. Reminding the Maine roads were a little slick this morning so leave a little earlier. Or that school is delayed one hour because of the recent storm over night.

Or remind the listener of all the possible weekend happenings to consider with their day off. Or mention that some of us, the announcer included are working the weekend to make the listener’s brighter.

You look out for the person on the other end of the signal.

Try to engage with them. Want them to come back. To dial you in, leave it where it’s parked, rip the knob off, solder it solid to where you got it. And like a marriage or relationship, familiarity, routine, love grows to make the connection stronger. Unless a better radio station woos you away.

You take requests as a broadcaster and have more latitude on what you play at a smaller Maine radio station. Not so structured. More local and home grown. The new music is introduced, the golden oldies that carry a million memories are rotated in to the music mix to gain a solid, loyal listener base.

Sometimes the special request, dedication gets a free clam basket from York’s Dairy Bar across the road on US Rt 1. And a longer record like Free Bird, Stairway To Heaven gets cued up, spun to get the food retrieved easy does it. Without hurrying, worrying about a skip or spilling the cole slaw before getting back to the console sound board.

Keep the music, information, news, weather, entertainment rolling and heaven forbid if dead air happens when you mistime a network break. Mighty John Marshall at Z-62, a rocker would fine me twenty five cents a second for “dead air”.

In real life you need pauses, “dead air” and just because someone is not communicating does not mean anything is wrong.

I have had to learn that not everyone is a babbling brook of communication. And to become a better listener. Actively tuning in to the frequency, adjusting to other modes of communication.

The tone, attitude, body language and what the other person is trying to tell me. If I would just stop being defensive, and know they did not stop loving me. But are a little up in arms over this, that. The other person in a relationship if you trust them, love them will help you work through turmoil, valleys and troughs in your life. Let them.

Ask any number of happily married, veteran, long time married couples the most important relationship component. More often than not, communication back and forth daily so problems don’t get stalled on a parked conveyor belt is needed.

Busyness hurts active listening, communication.

So do too many kids with over booked schedules that take the better part of our attention for two decades. So does prayerlessness. The television always on or something interfering with genuine communication between two people can kill a relationship. Or starve it of the richness it could have, deserves.

After kids leave the nest, many couples suddenly look at the other and wonder, who is that? They are married living alone. And it is their own fault because time to enjoy each other did not happen daily. I did not take a daily lunch and ate on the run. Stupid me, I do now.

Those pauses, date nights, making the other person you love number one energizes you too. The better you do, the better the other does and together unity, oneness can be reached, maintained.

Provides time to care, share with your mate. The act of preparing a meal or taking someone out for a bowl of fish chowder is so important to a relationship. Look at your priorities, shift your focus, see what really matters. It’s your life, relationship. Your kids are watching, learning too.

Really listening can help outlock the mysteries in your mates “little black box”.

When you wonder later what went wrong, why the plane went down and there were no survivors.

No communication or shutting down for long periods of time causes the other person to jump to the wrong conclusion. To worry, to return to old, outdated information from back when communication was happening.

The person you remember from earlier when communication was a kinked hose but not cut off totally is not necessarily where that person is today.

You need current information, to know the truth of today to set you free.

Otherwise you stay stuck in the past, miss the today and lose hope, dreams, faith in tomorrow. Not what God intended in the garden at that first “arranged” marriage.

Lack of communication can be because no time is slotted, scheduled for it. Or anger, resentment pushes the other away because one or both of the partners in the realtionship feel their needs are being missed, not met. Often only God can meet the need that is missing, not the mere mortal mate.

Remember too men fix things, make a mess of it trying and only have eight crayons. Pretty simple creatures and out classed, gunned by women who are way more connected to their feelings, not so compartmentalized.

Hand written notes left in hidden places, the sound of piano hymns playing, singing is all communication.

Something I miss as I enter my home that is 32 feet from my Maine real estate office. Communication does not just involved the tongue. And sometimes that is a good thing.

Acts of love, duties done willingly for someone else without expecting recognition or something in return should become random acts. A habit built in to the relationship maintenance so it stays strong, growing, healthy.

You do not realize what you had that was good until it is gone. And you don’t want to just remember the bad to cauterize and discard. We are not in junior high, it is time to grow up. Slow down, listen, learn, and remember.

Communication with expressions from work or general public conversations is not helpful either. I would be reminded that something I said was like I was talking to a customer response.

The type of communication, taylor made to the person on the receiving end can enrich a relationship. Shows you care, that their words, thoughts, feelings are worth total undivided attention. That they matter. Which benefits both of you greatly.

Cliches don’t help serious communication.

Can cause frustration and then things said in anger that go over the top. And the bitterness, hurtfull communication can not be taken back. Is like a bullet that shatters a bone, fragments and is impossible to totally retrieve, take back.

Maine, we try harder when we live in a smaller under populated state. Need each other and know it depends on each individual to be a better “we”. Thanks for following the Me In Maine blog posts.

I’m Maine Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

April 13, 2012
Maine Living | Find Your Personal Growth Stepping Stones

Park It Here, Next To Something Wet, Some Maine Waterfront To Relax.

Do you live in a crowded, busy, noisy, crime riddled area?

Where wall to wall angry people are elbow to elbow, bumper to bumper day in, day out? How’s that setting, surroundings working for you on gaining a greater inner peace? Is that the ideal setting to empty your mind of negative thoughts, worries? Can you find a deeper level of relaxation in an over populated area flooded with all that stress encircling you?

That’s where a place like Maine comes in. New Jersey has 1000 people per square mile. Aroostook County Maine in the same 208 x 208 square has only 11. Think that spacing helps you see, collect, experience stepping stones of life that lead to personal growth?

Do you think a four seasons drop dead gorgeous state like Maine is the best setting to work on your character?

That maybe Maine is a better place to raise your kids and have them have the essential lessons needed to survive in a crazy world? That’s why I live here and this is my Maine story.

In a pristine state like Maine, it is easier to feel, hear, talk to God too. All the unspoiled natural beauty helps a person open their heart, mind. To begin to trust others more, to believe in themselves as we all get on our knees and work daily to improve.

Because relationships with the people God puts in our path, other people are the most precious institution we should be working on round the clock. Not just thinking of our selfish natures and expecting heaven on Earth to happen. That comes later if….

You can see the original and intended shape of your life if you let him come in to your life.

He wants you and me to take on his values. To develop character, attitudes that reflect him. You don’t lose your unique personality when you turn your life over to him. But your character gets hoisted up on the lift and and the power tools, air wrenches start whirring with NASCAR efficiency.

You exist for God’s purposes.

Other people can not make you happy and often some of what you need only God can provide. Even if others in your life bend over backwards to try to give you what you want, need.

Give them an “A” for effort but also realize why they get exhausted, why the other retreats because needs are not known or not met. On both sides of the relationship. Then silence, resentment, hurt feelings and lonliness happens. Not what God intended.

We make a mess of things when we try as males to fix them ourselves without taking everything by God first. To make sure it is consistent, Biblical and is led by the Holy Spirit. God is working in me, giving me a desire to obey him and the power to do what pleases him.

We live in an age of spin, all about me, half truths, situational ethics and rationalizing, playing God.

Thinking our success is because of your own creative efforts alone. Stop lying, fooling yourself and get on your knees and give credit where it is do. Trust and obey.

Open your heart, mind and ask for a head to toe review but be prepared for surprises, to be broken, to not like all the junk or be proud of all that comes out. But if you don’t and just sweep things under the carpet, major speed bumps will stop your dead in your tracks in time. Sooner than later is the key for the loved ones around you to benefit from a new and improved you.

Be accountable.

Get to church and stay there in fellowship, community. Renew your minds, life, family, relationships. Become more beautiful on the inside and worry less about the external appearance, the flesh.

Die to self. Turn over your life to God who directs our thoughts, actions, helps us rebuild our missing pieces of our total character that we are not to proud of when exposed for the world to see. Maine is the state for the overhaul of your insides…your heart, mind, soul.

Are you ready to leave the rat race and settle down on a Maine farm for self sufficient living? By a Maine lake for some peace and quiet to find your inner peace? Life is not easy, but is more enjoyable in Maine where you will like what we don’t have as much as what we do. No locked doors, people wave, care and pray about you. Check in on you. We need each other. Simple living, friendlier people, better family values…Maine. Consider working harder on your relationships. Moving, relocating, investing in Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

April 12, 2012
Maine Family Vacations | Many Ways To Go Easy On The Wallet.

Maine Hiking For Exercise, Memories, Fresh Air.

Young famlies are not usually loaded with money and are seeking low cost enriching, healthy vacation options for their kids.

Hiking, camping, picnics all rolled in to one is where Maine really shines. The wildlife you see along the way coupled with the fresh air filling their lungs. And the exercise while the view gets more and more incredible the higher you hike, climb along the way.

Pack a picnic lunch, a healthy supply of trail snacks, plenty of fluids and don’t forget your camera.

No matter what age your family members, the hiking as a group is one strong bonding experience. You talk about neat things along the trail. Other times no one talks..especially on the summit. The cherry on top of the pain and strain of the climb to reach the top.

Take the beginner trail say of Horse Mountain, a 1589′ high climb near the Baxter Park entrance of Mt Katahdin. Even the smallest member with the shortest legs and walking stick can be a proud member of the hiking family.

I have carried Elliot, the youngest in places like my Dad did me up the same climb when I was his age.

But for the most part he was able to keep up. We were sensitive to making sure all the kids, the hiking party helped him keep pace.

And like down hill skiing, I only had to take his hand and help him mirror my outside turning ski for a short time. Before he was proficient and only my greater weight was the edge needed to keep his speed down. After he “learned how to fly”.

As the hiking skills increase, the length of the climb extends. Kids like a challenge and don’t like reruns. Although we did climb Haystack in Castlehill more than once. Quick, easy, ideal for spur of the moment when you ask the kids “who wants to pack a lunch, go for a hike?”

Echo Mountain at Aroostook State Park in Presque Isle Maine is another easy family climb. Challenging enough but not so long like a Mt Katahdin climb that the fun is lost because the incline is too steep, too long for the skills, attention span of a young hiker.

Mt Chase in Penobscot County is another easy hike where a picnic, a few gallons of gas, some water, trail mix gorp are packed for the adventure. Make your own energy food to nibble on and save a fortune over pre packaged, not as fresh treats for the kids working hard on the hike.

Usually a few extra hikers were along for the climb, outdoor Maine adventure too.

Fall hikes are some kind of beautiful as the leaves explode. Like a second bloom of what nature provides so well in an unspoiled, under populated state like Maine.

Often we would visit say the Patten Maine Lumbermen’s Museum after the climb on the way home. Or hit Hastings Falls in Merrill off the Clark Road. Hastings Falls is a neat rock outcropping the kids love to climb on. To drain off that excess energy.

Kids excercised, me included, act better, feel relaxed and love the challenge of a climb. Pushing themselves for something longer, steeper. Hiking also becomes a habit they stay with for life, teach their kids. My sons have spent week camping trips around Davis Pond and explored extensively areas of Baxter State Park you miss in just a day visit.

Abol Trail up Mt Katahdin is my favorite route and when you arrive at the table land, often a mist suddenly appears.

Making where you have just been disappear. There is a sermon in that. Like the reminder to rip off, or at least stop looking in your rear view mirror of life. Keep you eyes looking up, ahead on the trail God provides us all. If we pray, listen, follow directions that can be as easy as the blue painted dashes that mark the course up Mt Katahdin.

Taking the what looks overwhelming, a Mt Katahdin at Baxter Park apart a piece at a time.

Don’t look at the size of the mountain, obstacle. Like down hill Maine snow skiing, slice it up in to bite size pieces. Also we are lucky where we live in Maine to border hop to Canada to ski too!

I try to climb Mt Katahdin at least once a year. It is always like old home week of fond memories, spending time with an old friend. And every trip down Interstate 95 when the snow capped majestic Baxter Park crown jewel comes in to sight, I smile inside. Feel good about past climbs and get a kick in the pants to schedule the next one.

Acadia National Park is another area to turn kids loose around trails with an ocean view and the fun of visiting Sand Beach afterwards. To splash, laugh, spend time together as a family. With other down to Earth families to chit chat, enjoy, compare notes with on life. We need each other and relationships are what is the most important thing to strive for, to learn from and lean on in life.

Low cost, highly memorable Maine vacations can be as simple as whittling a walking stick.

Getting a pair of hiking boots, packing water, snacks, a lunch. Make time to hit the trails in Maine. That is where you learn answers to questions. Gather your puzzle pieces to figure out some of life’s mysteries.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

April 11, 2012
Me In Maine Blog | The Healing Power Of A Maine Lake.

Having A Maine Lake For A Neighbor Helps Your Inner Peace.

When you live in a rural under populated, not spoiled or over developed state like Maine, there is a greater awareness of your surroundings.

An increased respect for what God has provided, entrusted you and me with for a natural setting.

We strive to be good stewards in Maine, pass along those natural surroundings in as good, or better shape than we received them.

Raising a family, working on deeper, richer relationships with those brought in to your life are all intricately tied to Maine’s changing four seasons too.

As the water opens and ice gives way around my Maine lake home, the word spreads to ducks first. That land in pairs with more and more quack quack announcements heard from overhead. Precision skidding stops in the limited open water openings in early spring on a Maine lake as the ice thins, retreats, disappears.

Heard sea gulls along the South Shore last night when I returned for supper.

Lots of them noisily chatting louder to be heard over the other just like a Mooers family reunion. As they meet and greet from a long winter absence. I wait patiently for the main attraction, headliner act though. Performances from Maine loons that steal the show.

The single Maine loon’s forlorn, melancholy cry while you listen in bed, drifting off to sleep hits you deeply. Sometimes shrill, in a chorus or performing a solo. Creating a sadness, a sense of all alone that any of us can relate to at some low point in our lives.

Other times the Maine loon call amplifies, carries across the flat, bottle like lake surface.

And causes your heart to swell with hope, dreams, love. Love that endures and deepens with unity. A sense of oneness, purpose in a relationship. If you see the process, respect the institution, were shown what a good one looks like growing up.

Much of what happens to us in Maine is outdoors where we strive to be as much as possible. During my five am morning walk today living on a Maine lake, before sitting down to study a daily lesson, I was greeted by a symphony of returning song birds. I am excited to see my first robin return from being away from Maine for the winter.

My Mom loved the “birdie with the yellow bill that hopped up on her window sill”. Faithfully kept her bird feeders at the Maine farm full of sunflower seeds to provide nourishment for song birds of all types.

As you reflect on life, the event memories are recalled with a sense of keen clarity in Maine.

Because they are all each tied to one of those seasons. Nature that is not man made, store bought or artificially mass produced. And we always strive to spend as much time as possible outdoors. So a season’s change reminds of earlier good and even not so good times. Like a loss of a loved one.

Maine lake home owner Tana McNutt shared with Paul MacIlroy she had seen her first loon already this spring. And Paul mentioned this morning how loons sometimes crash on highways thinking the gray, silver ribbon is a river or lake opening, clearing.

He said traveling back from Millinocket when working as a plumber for Smith Brothers he stopped to help a stranded loon on Interstate 95.

Had to chase it three times as it tried to take off. But failed, then skidded on the tar to a stop when it could not get airborne.

Paul used a towel to cover, contain the injured loon. While Obed Smith wrapped copper wire around the loon’s beak. Then held the wire down while transporting, playing ambulance to keep the bird’s head low. Paul’s job to firmly hold that towel wrapped around the bird. To keep the loon calm, in the dark, quiet. And more importantly from beating itself, everyone in the pickup to pieces with its large, strong, scared wing span.

The loon got repositioned safely to the outlet of Cochran Lake after an adventurous hour long ride in the pick up.

It was a three man job, rescue mission. Watch out for Maine loons if you water ski, boat, sail, sea doo or spend any time around the waterfront in Vacationland.

I drag my heels to leave the Maine lake home mornings. And can not wait to return at supper time to recharge, relax, feel an overwhelming inner peace and healing power of the Maine lake. I get answers, help in sorting out thoughts, feelings and directions life is taking me as an empty nester.

A Maine lake is like an old friend, a familiar setting with the giant pine tree on the point much older than I am still standing constant guard. You can hear, see the wind in the whispering pine needles movement, sway.

That huge lone pine has weathered more storms than me and is a comfort.

Trees know the meaning of patience. You can figure out what matters in life. Where you went right, where you swerved wrong and why studying that tree, the surroundings around a Maine lake help your focus. So needed correction, wisdom, adjustment can be applied to what needs to be done daily on life’s journey ahead of you. Contemplated on a Maine lake no matter what season, what the weather.

You work harder at being a better person because you can figure things out clearly without confusion, too hectic a pace of busyness.

You can hear and talk to God. Bring him your joys, concerns, troubles. To empty your heart of the junk we sometimes gloss over but never really address until you bottom out, get broken and reach out for much needed, over due help, attention.

Or now that time allows the repair once kids are up and out. The two youngest are both white water raft guides this summer and won’t be home. One in the Forks, the other in Colorado. And happy as a clam to be on the river. Being on their own.

You pray, study, meditate and learn wisdom on a Maine lake alone. It is a therapeutic place, a fun four season recreation spot to laugh, cry, excercise your body and your heart, mind, soul. To collect puzzle pieces. Receive crystal clear answers that usually wake you out of a sound sleep at three am with a tip of your toes to the top of your head wash of knowledge, understanding, perspective.

The tree buds are bulging, expanding, getting ready to burst with new growth. I have a cord of word ordered for outdoor fires that go so well with the loon symphony, the velvet night sky dotted with sparkling stars, a full moon and the sound of lapping water after a good day under the sun. With a Maine lake for a neighbor, a friend.

I am so humble, grateful, speechless to be blessed with a Maine lake home.

And hope my kids maintain, keep it, use it and pass it on to the next generation. To teach them the healing qualities and fun times with family and friends of being next to the water. The importance to make time for spending time on a regular basis next to some still water.

I am anxious for nothing and have all I need on a Maine lake and recite the scripture of Philippians 4:6 to put the prayer in to practical application. A Maine lake is a great place to learn about being a peacemaker. To be less stubborn, less defensive and how to surrender to achieve an inner peace.

You do not look to others to make you happy in life, to meet all your needs.

Many of which only God can provide. Realizing this avoids disappointment and bitterness when others seemingly let you down. Don’t get angry when others fail you.

Get on your knees, stay there. Prayerlessness leads to confusion when we try to fix conflict on our own. Often the way we handle a conflict creates a bigger hurt than the original problem. Get on a Maine lake. It is working for me!

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

April 10, 2012
Maine Easter Wish … Encouragement, Affirmation, Unity.

Working Toward Unity, Oneness Takes Relationships To A Higher Level Than Just You, Me.

Most people are well intentioned, basically good spirited right?

It’s the thinking about someone besides yourself part that is harder to accomplish in a world where it is so tempting, easy to take credit for what is going good in your life. And to point a finger at who is responsible when rocky stretches, valleys, twists and turns happen to you.

When you put people together and interaction happens the day to day can be strained. We are not talking dating when each person in a relationship can go to their respective homes to do their own thing.

In marriage or full time relationships there has to be an all out effort to experience oneness, unity.

Decisions made that affect both partners. Before marriage or a full time committment, no decisions need to be made and everything is light, bright, free and easy in dating.

Decision making can be one stumbling block because of our role models growing up. That’s the natural example to follow, our Mom and Dad if we were lucky enough to have a pair. If either ran the house with an iron fist, a critical spirit, than the other mate might have been reduced to treatment on par as just another child not an equal valuable partner.

In a household dominant or passive patterns of either parent can cause resentment between the partners and among the children in that marriage.

In any marriage encouragement, affirmation and believing in the other person, someone, something besides yourself must happen. And during disagreements, pulling back, not engaging, causing confrontation and taking it to God. Rather than trying to fix, tackle the disruption or diffuse the frustration on your own with a short fuse should happen right?

Surrender, dying to self and not thinking you have to try to save face with your kids.

Defending yourself does not have to be the self preservation survival approach that becomes your automatic default method to cope. Anger, control comes from the self, ego and age old hurts, tender spots. Can be a carry over of primitive fight or flight mechanism pattern from the caveman days too. Tinkering on relationships is so critical to make them last and Maine is the place to do it.

Something small or petty does not mean drawing a line in the sand. Or making everything life and death. Agreeing to disagree but surrendering, not pushing your own agenda means you and your mate don’t label actions, thoughts, feelings as right or wrong. They are differences that we should celebrate not try to rub out or discourage. Wise words I did not always always adhere to but did not understand the process when things heated up, got tense.

The sweetest gentleless church member I attended last Sunday night services with testified about her marriage skills, dynamics.

Her husband and her brother were at the kitchen table that morning and admitted they both had anger issues, tempers. And she said she, her sister in law found the best approach was not to engage, have a sharp tongue to point out their anger or faults. But to look down, withdraw until the men realized what they were doing that was wrong, destructive. Not to add to the chaos, turmoil.

Both ladies had learned their mates would catch themselves and be quicker to stop engagement, anger. The men saw their destructive pattern with greater clarity, quicker if the ladies did not become enraged, angry themselves or get up in arms. Adding to the confusion, harsh treatment that robs your inner peace and is mean, nasty and hits like a fist.

Control is boring, insecure and pompous. I and many other men, women will admit now we have sought control when we should have surrendered, submitted and worked out guts out at all costs for unity, oneness during disagreements.

Whole different level approach bigger than just the husband and wife’s concerns. Taken to an entirely higher holier level.

Everyone in your life, family, relationships is valuable. We are all equals but that does not mean we are identical. Thank goodness for differences which does not mean deficiencies. You and I have lots, plenty of good qualities. But they disappear if unity in relationship decision making is absent for too long. You can not have two competing head of households and your kids will run from that fruitless tug of war cut the tension with a knife, tip toeing in a household mine field. Get on your knees, your nose in the Bible and cry out for help, guidance and submit, surrender to God, the process, each other.

The Biblical pattern for decision making is to seek oneness, unity, agreement.

Give and take and both of the partners recognizing movement toward the center. Wanting it, realizing we are no longer in junior high. And if a deeper, loving, kinder relationship to enjoy greater inner peace and harmony is to happen, doesn’t it depend on our hard work to achieve unity not finger pointing or squabbling or ego gratification, justification?

Some soul searching to see your role in the quest to the partnership’s unity, oneness of spirit to make it the best it can be? To recoginize your role, not your mates? Keep your eyes on your own paper. Work on you. I need to look to God for guidance after admitting my own faults, tendencies right?

Daily study, searching for answers and accountability with your pastor, church, family is the only direction to consistently take. Why didn’t I see it before? Pride, male ego, way too much busyness in life and just missing the mark totally. Having the wrong priorities. Part of the blindness, stubborness goes back to my role modeling too.

Admission is the start of correction. Ownership, surrender and following Christ daily is the only way improvement is going to happen. So I am the same inside the four walls of my family home as I am on the street, in public. Honesty, not hiding, racing or blaming others for my own sin, faults, lack of knowledge or skills to do my part better.

Submission is a mutual exercise.

Give and take in decision making responsibilities when unity is not easily achieved is needed right? Both the husband and wife contribute to the good, bad and ugly of the relationship but having the skills, understanding the process is key. Takes work. Or don’t. Just keep the lazy blaming of the other in the relationship for not getting it and let a stone wall of no communication cause the water log of resentment to flood the marriage. Not what you want your kids to see, emulate in their relationships. It is way beyond you and me and more sacred than that. Men in marriages can learn from my mistakes, shortcomings and ignorance.

Happy Easter and thank you followers, readers of the Me In Maine blog posts. One regular reader shares…

“Many thanks again for the things you have shared in MeInMaine blog. I pray that God will bless you and your family through it. Being able to be a bystander and read how God has and is working has helped me and I think others too who read. It must. For me it helps to think back through life to what’s really important but also to things that I’ve swept under the carpet and gone on with life instead of resolving.

And of course those things — the junk — are still there even though we forget about them in the day to day, and it affects life and the way we act towards others until those things are surrendered to God who allowed it to be a part of our life, so that His grace could abound through it. So it’s caused me to think through and surrender specific things to God that I never had before.

Many thanks for willingness to share thoughts in blog posts. It probably is not easy to do, but I believe God has used it, probably in a lot of ways in others lives.”

Maine, a simple approach to living and a place where people share, care, reach out to each other.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

April 8, 2012
100th Anniversary Of Tragic Titanic Wreck Off Nova Scotia.

The Loss Of Life At Sea During The Titanic Wreck April 15th, 1912 Is Witnessed At Fairlawn Cemetery Where 315 Graves Lay Witness To The Maritime Tragedy.

The wreck of the Titanic on her maiden voyage marks it’s hundredth anniversary this April 15th.

When our oldest son Alex was selecting a college we went to Halifax Nova Scotia and during the visit to the Dalhousie campus we took a little diversion to Fairlawn Cemetery. Seeing the rows and rows of graves from the Titanic wreck was an experience where no one talked.

Reading inscriptions, considering the event and what if you were on the boat or had losted loved ones that were on board the luxury liner’s maiden voyage all roll around inside your head. The tour of the graves from the Titanic wreck was eerie. It hit me the same way touring the Arizona Pearl Harbor memorial with my wife and kids in Hawaii. No discussion, no chatter, no talking as it strikes you deeply inside.

Cause for pause to consider the great cruise ship Titanic tragedy that ripped it open like a can opener after grazing, scraping, striking an iceberg.

Then quickly dispatched, sent, sunk to the bottom of the cold salty sea watery grave about 700 miles off Halifax. It makes you think of the chain of events, what it was like to hear the news back in 1912. Being in Maine, living this close to Canada, being related to many in the neighboring province makes the event a little more personal.

The images from the Titanic graves make you realize the great human loss, to consider how it must have affected a family just like news of a war casualty would. When the war department representative knocked on your front door.

Removed his military hat with respect, dignity and regrettably announced, delivered the news of the loss. As the Mom, Dad, sister or brother’s knees buckled, the wind got sucked out of them like a life sucker punch. We all do not know how grateful we should be, how lucky most of us truely are.

Been on a number of vacation sea cruises and looking forward to the next one if I can find a travel partner but have never plyed the water where icebergs were visible or the norm.

And during the muster drill by the lifeboats, after seeing those Titanic graves, over 300 of them, I think about the importance of enough lifeboats.

How the wreck caused tighter regulations for safety, to save lives if an accident happened. To limit loss of life during the peril as momentous in maritime history as the wreck of the Titanic. After a hockey game in Nackawic, I took the kids a little further south to Fredricton Canada to watch the intial showing of the Titanic movie.

The latest James Cameron Titanic movie, who by the way is a noted Canadian film director, reated one heck of a love story. A short term relationship but a once in a life time powerful connection any of us would cherish, respect. I know that deep, sacred feeling and am recovering from the loss of that kind of supernatural love.

The Titanic news is back in the press as the 100th anniversary of the wreck that fascinates and haunts many is etched in their memories. Bringing up a sea of emotions, feelings and powerful and at the same time unsettling thoughts, mixed reactions. How many times have you watched the Titanic movie?

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
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April 7, 2012