My favorite book I read on this trip was Olive Kitteredge, a moving picture of what it means to love and be loved in a small community in Maine. How love of all kinds, in all forms, is a gift to be received with care.
The following excerpt from that book seemed a good one to end this blog with. I could blather on and on about how travel constantly makes you see things differently and grow and change and all that jazz, but Olive's words seem so much better.
And I should say thanks for reading this! I hope to be back in a blog space once grad school is finished - I'll keep you updated.
XOXO,
Gretzky
"And then as the little plane climbed higher and Olive saw spread out below them fields of bright and tender green in this morning sun, farther out the coastline, the ocean shiny and almost flat, tiny white wakes behind a few lobster boats - then Olive felt something she had not expected to feel again: a surging greediness for life.
She leaned forward, peering out the window: sweet pale clouds, the sky as blue as your hat, the new green of the fields, the broad expanse of water - seen from up here it all appeared wondrous, amazing.
She remembered what hope was, and this was it....that inner churning that moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats below plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a place new, and where she was needed" (168).
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