Yesterday we went to a less visited part of the National Park on the Schoodic Peninsula north of Bar Harbor. Schoodic Point itself juts out into the open Atlantic rather than into the more protected Sound or Bay. There are no warning signs and one can walk out onto the huge granite outcroppings which abut the ocean.
I grew up near the Pacific Ocean, and being near the water always soothes me. The sounds of the sea provide me solace. Yesterday while my intrepid husband walked on rocks, I lay down on one large one. With my eyes closed I could feel the sun and listen to the sound of the waves breaking on the rocks. Once again the sounds had touched my core and reminded me that, as Dame Julian of Norwich wrote, “all shall be well, all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”