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One Small Thing Maine Is Big On, Has Plenty Of To Share.

You see a city image of a crowded overflowing sidewalk.

A sea of people with expressionless faces. Some in a major marathon rush hour hurry. Late for some very important mad hatter like date. Others spilling, sprawled like wall to wall fluid glue, thick mud, ice cubes. Wearing casper like tans. Sporting flat line or upside down smiles.
Crowds, No Space, Not Much Expression, Detachment Happens When No Elbow Room Surrounds A Person.

A liquid phalanx of human urban crack filler. Tangled, layered, knotted. Kitty corner varicose wedged between the movers and shakers.

The hustle and bustle from the crowd, mob, cluster sirens visual stress and plenty of worry.

A few poker faced and seemingly casual in a detached sort of way. Maybe the stop at the corner pub after work gets the credit for a hint of bevity.

Plenty of don’t get involved fear expressions the rule though.

A common goal shared by many. When full scale panic would take over if trucks stopped shipping goods into a city for just a couple days. In their just in time inventory practice to local merchants, peddlers of foodstuffs.

To just slip through the 360 degree obstacle course everywhere they turn in the watch where you step, no way to move in the herding.

Until a let down, long sigh. When the click of a dead bolt is heard, felt. The grab the dangling, swinging security chain finishes the slide ride to the side. Finally. Whew. Geez Louise. Home, sweet costly leased home. The one seventeen stories or more jacked up, hoisted from the high priced, in short supply terra firma down below.

But back to the sidewalks you can not see for the people stuck, melted together.

Add in the taxis, mass transit bus stands and underground or elevated train stairway interruptions. Non stop, round the clock never sleep loud honking horns. Black diesel fume belching buses. To make it a challenge, slow the process of getting from A to B. Upping the stress levels as you can collectively hear all the worn time devices ticking loudly. Like the Pink Floyd song intro.

As someone in the control room slides the audio, cranks the dials on the VU meters. To make them dance, linger, loiter in the red region. To add depth to the what does it feel like. In that crowded, elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder stark black and white image. Look at all those people. Where you don’t know the face of even one soul in the crowd.

Now picture you are in Maine.

I know. Can you stand the sound of all that Maine quiet?

Gone are the sounds of city clanging. Of garbage, municipal trucks, fire engines, ambulances meat wagons. Where every year is getting shorter.
More Outdoors, Less People, That’s Part Of Maine’s Magic.

And self medication in all the wrong varieties to manage. The try to cope with city stress addictions, tricks of self deception all melt away.

Like that permanent truck tire around the waist you wear. Oddly enough worn in the urban setting. To fend of others in some bizarre bumper car rubber self protection device strip sort of way.

In Maine on a small town sidewalk there is plenty of concrete showing.

Take your time in the casual no pushing, no shoving stroll. Maine you get extra helpings of space. No matter where you are. Or what you buy for real estate. Measured in acreage, hundreds of yards not fractions of inches.

People wave, smile, hold doors open for you in Maine. Use taught manners. Let you go in traffic.
Destination Maine. It’s Living Outdoors, Small Town Friendly, Families.
In Maine towns with maybe just a handful if any red, green, yellow hanging or corner positioned vertical lights.

Less herding help with the population needed in a small Maine town. Kids walk home from the down town movies at night without fear of abduction in the 4th lowest crime state.

You can cross the uncrowded streets anywhere too. Not just at certain times on specified designated cross walk reflectorized painted grid lines.

Where even when it’s your turn, you take your own life in your hands every single time you step down off the granite city curb.

Is it crowded where you live now? You’re not in Maine are you?

Do you feel a connection to others around you? Sense like if you were not around long where you live others would know it, miss you? Let go. Run away. Get to Maine. Feel the release of tension, anxiety, all that bottled up worry and frustration. Lose the worry about hitting someone by accident, mistake. Or out of self defense and reaching for a fully charged taxer, can of mace.

There is another setting. All natural, unfiltered, unplugged and with freedom on every level written all over it. Enjoy, bask, bathe in the clean air, crystal clear water and all this space in the place called Maine.

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

July 13, 2014
Adjustments, Dialing In New Mindset, Attitude, Approach To Situations.

Nothing stays the same and we journey through seasons in life.

Experiences collected, most involving other people. Mixed in with plenty of four season outdoor settings. Drop dead gorgeous scenery, vistas when lucky enough to live in Maine. Tap into her natural, unfiltered beauty.
Sit, Watch, Listen, Learn. Gotta Relax, Log Out To Do That. To Get Off The Time Clock. Below Radar.

But lots going on right inside a person who watches, listens, grows. Changing slowly from within. Not because those around you want you to be just the way they wish.

But something about being true to yourself, knowing who you are. What you want and are able to contribute as your covered dish to sample.

At the same Maine lake picnic table where we all sit down around. To exchange, catch up, learn, share. Losing pride, being humble, grateful helps speed up that process to come around, settle down and know peace.

Living your own life with values, beliefs protected, applied to the decision making thought process right?

It is all about making wise life decisions. Taking ownership of your mistakes. Building, hanging onto your successes. Striving to be clear headed, bright eyed and bushy tailed to live your life fully. Not waste it in indecision, frustration, being scared.

Plenty of the wisdom of living is gleaned from just logging the hours. Until you are thirty, forty, whatever age, you can not quite look at things with the proper perspective though. Like the puzzle of your life early on is missing several key strange, interesting shaped pieces. To one by one snap into place. Once you figure out where it goes by trial and error. A little patience, sometimes lots of luck. And input from others you can trust. To help in the steering.

There is never an age where playing games is worthwhile.

But as life rolls on, relationships, the most fragile, delicate part of our life on Earth quickly become the all important goal to seek. Vital to preserve at all costs if you can. We do need each other. But not to the point of suffocation. Not being able to breath. That kills relationships. Kinks the hose that waters, refreshes. Things wither, dry up, blow away. Pull up a chair beside a Maine lake for the cure.

Loyalty, consistency, stability, love not just logic needed in large supply for all of us not Vulcan. Given, received, tossed, served back and forth.
Peaceful, Calm, Maine. Grab A Chair. Drink Her In.
So the connection goes both ways. Building something unique, special, lasting.

But ah the kicker. Is everyone on the same page? Did we lose some of the group? All “all aboard”, still seeing the same horizon pathway?

Under the same place in the stars. Out on the water.

Or just going through the motions to be in agreement. Not be the odd man out. To not be alone for legs of the journey.

Knowing what they want? Or just tagging along, until a fork in the road says, we are both know we’re not together.
Relaxing, Enjoying Your Company, Setting On A Maine Lake. Priceless.
Each having to gain their balance, figure out where they actually are in life.

Where they want to go and how to get there. Maine, great place to have a seat with the wildlife surrounding you. Where no people interfere or object to your letting go, generating all those thousand yard stares.

You can be who you are, want to be in Maine. With less input from jammed too close, in your face hecklers. All around you who wish you would stop doing that, saying that, being who you are or want to be. Get to Maine, see the difference.

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

June 1, 2014
Asking For A Critique But Not Really Wanting One The Maine Way.

If you are brought up, taught to just take what you need, leave the rest for others.

To improve situations the best you can. Strive to make them better that they were. To contribute for the greater good. Well now Mister Man. You’d fit right in nicely in a small Maine town.
What Red Flags, I Don’t See Any. Let’s Charge Right In. Saddle Up For The Last Stand.

Because there is a connection, an urge, a need to pitch in, help out.

Plenty of opportunity in a sparse population. There would not be a small Maine town for long if that fire in the belly fever, passion was not the case. If it was just a dog eat dog, every man for himself. All about me.

But sometimes the critique asked for because of pressure from a local community board is something that just gets lip service by a CEO.

Lt Colonel Custer just needs a little direction, guidance, correction but is the last to know it. Wearing blinders like you put on horses to keep them focused on a task. Less aware of activity around them that could spook, distract them. Pride is the wrecking ball in all relationships from work to love and in between.

The need for change happens in a person, a group, a community to create peace. Not continued drama, turmoil, confusion. Technological developments can improve life too. Help cause greater efficiency. To lead to harmony, even fun, joy to permeate your thoughts, relationships on all levels in your small Maine town surroundings. It is not just about survival. It is about quality of life for others, yourself as the secondary gain.

Tweaking, dial adjustments, small changes to the any one’s day to day. To approach this, this and a few other critical issues from a whole new approach. Because things are starting to wobble. Or the Maine expression, “go out of kilter”. Don’t jive. The planets are just not lined up correctly Chummy.

The community relations group I was on polled the audience. Each asked our sphere in the circles we make in the small Maine community for input.

For a show of hands one by one on a private level.

Taking notes, not using a mic or camera. To gather the crystal clear common themes, perspectives that started to emerge.
Peace, Harmony, Delicate Handling Of Small Town Relationships.

Because without this asking for a critique to get to the bottom of what is wrong “it’s hard telling with out knowing Bub”. The interviewing where no one leaves their name, the sources are kept in the shadows.

But knowing the collective truth will set you free. Of whatever is causing the friction that leadership just does not have its finger on the pulse of the problem. But needs to swallow the bitter pill and fix the ills.

That are the fresh poison, lingering toxins needing weeding, not feeding.

When we reconvened for a breakfast meeting, after passing the eggs, toast, home fries and a couple coffees.

The new and old business agenda items housekeeping chores were checked off the list, here it comes. Light and bright stopped.

What are you hearing out there is the community? I had my turn, fourteen specific areas shared from my informal polling of community members. From both folks working in the organization and out. Public opinion sorted through after asking the pointed questions to get to the root of exactly what is the problem needing a socket wrench. A cutting torch, new ideology parts bolted, welded, brazed into place.

The CEO’s smile left the room.

All eyes were on the man wearing hush puppies. He waved an arm, gave one of his customary annoying nervous laughs. “Nothing to any of that”. I thought of Col Jessep’s “you can’t handle the truth” famous line from A Few Good Men movie. But there was no need for a court martial proceedings because we were not all on the same page.

Constructive criticism ushered out into the daylight, given fresh air, put on the table. If allowed to be considered with a what if, just what if approach. From the pretty solid minds that live, work and play right in your neighborhood. If collected, shared, chewed on, batted around. Then something for a plan comes out of the pow wow. If implemented and “now we’re cooking with gas happens” is a very very beautiful thing.

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

May 21, 2014
Inside A Maine Community, Taking A Peek From Afar.

The first vacation to Maine starts the germination, burning sensation.

The one deep inside that like an itch, is not going to go away. When you test positive for Maine.
You, Fresh Air, Clean Water, Space. Freedom To Roam. Take Off Your Shoes. Let Down Your Hair.
Even with the green square tin of bag balm found on the shelf of every Maine hobby farm is applied for what ails you. Or for protecting cuts, scrapes on the critters with the medicated salve. The Maine farm animals much like kids. That get into the craziest situations around barns, machinery, fencing. Horsing around happens in a Maine rural farm setting.

The visit to a relative or friend who set up a farm spread in Maine is the kindling for the inside passion to take root.

Or renting a place on the Maine coast line. Sauntering through the harbor villages, shops. Sitting outside to dine in open air cafes. Walk the sandy beaches. Smelling salt air, feeling gentle breezes. Building a nightly fire for a brewski, some grape juice, tasty grilled snackage and free form casual get togethers.
Maine Moose, See Them Everywhere!
Unscripted dialogue, outdoor conversations as the sun sets or rises in a circle of chairs. Lake camps in Maine are low cost vacation options to create the backdrop you need to unwind, unplug, recharge, relax.

Making everything camping out and hiking, biking, kayaking or skiing, fishing, hunting that much crisper, sharper, memorable. To blaze in good shape. The images of Maine fan the flames.

These Maine photos fuel the hunger, thirst, reminder that other places are not like this.

The Maine local community videos help you take the trips. To get inside Maine. To the state fairs, farmer’s markets, parades, other small town happenings in Vacationland. These blog posts about Maine are designed to help.

Painting the pictures. To show the sight and sounds of Maine. Formulate the list in the power of writing is what makes this region of the country no longer a deep, dark, guarded secret. Maine people are pretty unique. Why folks want to stay in Maine. Work, retire, raise families here. To relocate, move, invest and vacation in Maine. Thank you for being a faithful follower of Me In Maine blog posts.

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

May 7, 2014
Maine. Give Me The Big Picture, Don’t Leave Anything Out.

Life comes with pressure. Most we can look in the mirror.

Take much of the blame from ourselves. Let’s face it. Level with me. We just pack too heavy. Adding to the extra baggage of life. Both the trip bag weight, piece count. Forgetting what’s important. Like too many trips to the beat the buffet line. (Burp) Excuse me. That steals the buzz.
Maine Is Real, Fresh, Original.

That’s not the way we roll in Maine. If you were lucky enough to to be raised here, or live here now you know. Catch my drift? We are already on the same wavelength. But down country, in urban centers that seduce, woo, beckon.

Where values are different. Have to be for a new age kind of survival. Riddles not answered by opening up the Mother Earth News copy tucked under your arm. Got my vibe? In Maine a stranger is not that way long. In a city, keep to yourself, eyes down. Chasing the almighty dollar.

Step on it to try to keep up. Things move too fast. Lots of added layers, circles. The wrong bells, whistles priorities in the shift from Maine simple, real, warm, all natural, spacious. To artificial, cold, plastic, store bought, crowded.

That race for more toys, reaching to scale more rungs on the status ladder, whatever the rabbit trail or wild goose chase to fill the void.

What seems missing. All distract, distort. Make a good person go off course. Forget where North is on the internal compass. Hear that rumble strip sound? How about the air raid sirens? Something rotten smells. You don’t pick up that scent, worry?

When what is good, healthy, natural is messed with in life, that’s where the wobble starts.

Dose levels match the stress levels. Simple math. Go hand in hand. Look around you. You do see the red flags, missed cues piling up right?
Natural, Outdoors, Clean, Colorful, Fresh. Maine.

Shake the trees, look under the rocks. Come up for air. Stop holding your breath and surface.

People know each other in small Maine towns. We enjoy our daily walks in small Maine towns. We make our own outdoor fun in small Maine towns.

When you hang your hat in retirement, relocation to a small Maine town, you are part of the blood, sweat and tears of the community.

You’re needed, you step up, your talents and skills get stirred into the pot. Take a victory lap. Light ’em up. Smoke those tires.

These Maine images show you more outdoors, less people. More wildlife, less commercial. Look up, see that night sky filled with wall to wall twinkling stars? And you thought they only existed, that just happened in story books. Discover self reliance. Unlock, solve your own inner mysteries. Feel a tugging at your heart strings? Sense a longing to get in your car and travel to the 4th lowest crime state of Maine? We’re done here. For now. (To be continued)…

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

April 21, 2014
You’re On A Deserted Island, No Device To Pick Up, Enjoy New Fresh Music.

If you were marooned on an island that does not even show up on the nautical maps.

No radio. But no stations if you did to tune, pull in signals. Plenty of fresh tropical fruit, cold shaded spring drinking water, warm sea breeze temperatures though. No worries about being unarmed. With no snow shovel, windshield ice scraper either. Nor an extensive wardrobe like being in Maine four seasons creates the need. To cover all the bases, bare skin spaces, places. To protect from the outdoor elements, scrapes, bruises, bumps.
Surrounded By Island Water, Meet Your Neighbors.
As you explore, focus on survival but making the most of the surroundings of blue green water, loaded with exotic wildlife. Scant for inhabitants with human DNA.

Rocks formed, shaped on the beach asking politely but loudly for overhead “HELP”.

Drift wood, dried stalks, blow downs in the forested section of your little island latched onto, hauled, dragged to the smooth open sand. Arranged for a bonfire. To torch, touch off, light up quickly.

Should jet or turboprop engines perform a fly by. To activate to flash point with a precious lighter if a boat is spotted plying the horizon. Should just happen to be spotted meandering, bobbing by.

Knowing you are no where near sea shipping lanes. Rats. Not going to see barges stacked high with containers of bananas in your field of vision.

To do jumping tack hand waves to be noticed in spy glasses. It’s like living on a dead end street in the Bermuda Triangle neighborhood of “no one’s home” Omega Man. Ever. The quiet is deafening, takes getting used to like being in the Maine country. After shell shocked too long. With city noises that never sleep. So it takes months, years to lose the ringing in your ears urban exposure damage causes if you ever do.

But you have music through it all on your little island.

Solar powered, limited hard drive size portable device you treat like porcelain.
Maine Is Outdoors, Friendly People, Less Crowds, More Beauty.
Like the question posed, pondered with friends by your own bonfire at a summer gathering, what three musical artists if limited to that low number would you pick to survive? Need to keep your marbles intact, operational. Your wits about you to get off this rock speck and back into civilization someday.

Warner Brothers used to have a loss leader album set they would issue to the public. For only two dollars to cover cost of production. And a puny shipping, handling for peanuts fee tacked on to get the thin flat tall package to your house from Burbank California. Have a bunch. Sent in the box tops. Big back in the late 1970’s, early 1980’s where you received in the mail ten to twelve tracts to nibble on, tickle your ears.

Music of brand new, unknown, fresh, green musical artists.

No memories attached. Fresh slate. Where bands, singers who did not show up on radar, virtual unknowns, not burdened with any fame or fortune. Zip for success but talent, promise, potential to soar and connect. Over the radio airwaves. Back when people saved up, debated, bought one album at a time. Studied the jacket art work, memorized the lyric sheet and added the album cherished to a wall shelf meager collection.

Pretty obscure samplers with a wide range of artist genres spotlighted. Using a low budget, shoe string promotional word of mouth approach touched on. Not like MoTown with one R & B Detroit sound theme. Varied big time.
Maine Is More Outdoor Beauty, Less People Problems.
But all had potential and hitching a ride on a vinyl 33 & 1/3rd poo poo platter to spin to win. All hoped and prayed. I would want one of my island alone channels to be this loss leader stream. And for my second wish Genie, throw in some Credence, CCR. Or it’s a toss up between Jim Morrison with the Doors or the Stones to keep me balanced. Vote number three, U2 or Coldplay would be the musical pick from the cutting the cards selection. This is not easy.

If I was stuck in a solitaire spot as just me, myself, I in the wolf pack.

An army of one, killing time in a different venue to make the most of it, I would reach for different musical groups to enhance, tranquilize, tenderize the location or conditions. The new musical stream of performers from the loss leader channel of up and coming Warner Brother artists. Would be the keep me going seasoning. New stuff for the heart, soul, grey matter. To be in the background of new experiences, relationships, seasons of life.

Because life without music would be like losing the ability to see, feel, get lost in color. In a prison of just black, white, shades of gray darkness. Luckily all the grown kids now have the same love of music, need for tunes to expand, maintain their life.

Music, gives you something to believe in.

Keeps your head above water. Up or down your feet from touching the ground. Lets you soar, detach, not ever backed in a corner. Feel like you are outdoors in Maine where rich life happens, is now showing. And we have box seats saved for you, no charge. Except get here. Soon. Don’t stay away so long. Maine… she’s calling your name, tugging on your heart strings. Hear the Maine loons, fog horns, rain on the camp roof, the crackling of a fire you cook on? That’s the Maine I know.

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

April 15, 2014