Discovering Presence: A Reflection on Vacation and Mindfulness in Maine

Maine is home.

I feel a settling in my lower body when I’m here, especially when I’m surrounded by the smell of Eastern White Pines (my fav) and the ocean.

Mind you, I did not grow up by the coast. I was raised inland, in the middle of an agriculture hub back in the day, specifically potato fields at the very crown of the state.

We are camping at Wolfe’s Neck campground outside of the popular Freeport shopping district. The LL Bean flagship store anchors the community, and which we’ve visited twice.

This vacation has been perfect, even in the rain. Daily, long and consistent rain. Kendall and I have had several arguments, but they don’t last long. I see how I’m being reactive, not slowing to observe my breath or body before I speak. This is the number one thing I wanted to relay to you, if you’re still reading :).

Vacation does not make anything better. It’s an illusion. Definitely go on vacation, but with as equal presence and practice of noticing body symptoms and with gentle investigation, notice what it’s pointing to. I have to be as present as ever because I don’t stop being reactive on vacation. A nicer surrounding doesn’t change the fact that humaning well is ongoing and a practice. I can’t leave my skills ‘at the door’. I know because I have not been as observant and even in the perfection of our travels, upsets abound.

The sun has returned so for the next few days, we’ll dry out, go swimming, visit Mom and siblings, eat s’mores and other delicious foods (thanks to Kendall)

Today, my mood is curious. I’ll practice for the sake of my Mom, who’s 93 and vibrant and remains curious about the world.