The point sticks into the Gulf of Maine. It's 1.5 miles from our family's house and is a destination when it's high tide and the beach is covered. What's the point, you ask? Besides the wild flowers blowing in the breeze, the waves crashing on the rocks, and the knowledge that next year it will still be here, the point is that today I saw multiple Monarchs there. I stood and watched them play - - gliding in the wind and resting on the bay laurel. They made me happy - - their telltale orange and black contrasting with the green shrubs and the blue water beyond. And they made me sad. Will they survive or not? Who knows? What's the point? I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by thousands of these delicate creatures at their final destination in the mountains of Mexico and understood that all I needed was that association and idea to invite a momentary massive flurry of wings which, when I opened my eyes, were everywhere and no where. At this point in time, I'm happy to stay right here. No plane travel needed. Just me and my imagination. So cool. What's the point? Our imaginations.
Wherever you are, consider how far you can go by going nowhere. Look at something in your yard or in your home and imagine a place far away. Feel the air, hear the wind and see the wonder. Then open your eyes again and be grateful for your imagination. It's a gift we often overlook. Happy Happy August.
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Lyn Swett Miller
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