Chillaxin’

We visited this most precious spot again today, Crystal Lake State Park, in the Northeast Kingdom. Starting our summer off right with lots of swimming and a dinner picnic. It has been a decade since we did this photo shoot, but trust me, all is the same here in Vermont. Hope you are finding ways to enjoy your long days! Happy Solstice!

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August is the month to find shade, preferably by water, and let your eyes drift over the shoreline… You know, do glassnothing but give yourself a break from the phone, laptop and iPad, from your To-do-List or job demands or your next DIY project… And yes, shelve that self-help book too. This precious month chillax with no plan at all for a day, a week, perhaps if you’re lucky, the whole month!

Following this well-needed advice we took one day off the calendar to visit a favorite state park where at most we swim once between buoys and walk a bit in the sand. Arriving late afternoon when most are packing up we bring a Dinner Picnic. This timing might seem odd, but at day’s end beaches are so quiet you can hear the lapping water and watch the timid ducks…Extend your stay until early evening and you will…

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How to Measure a School Year

A school year is measured by quarters, semesters, days rolled into months, just all the typical ways we calculate time. But a better measurement might be the ways in which you celebrate together, with bonfires and field trips and goofy spirit days and community meetings and yes, stimulating classes, institutionalizing camaraderie, learning and joy every day. Let’s consider those moments to gauge time well spent, because this past year, I would say, we nailed it! As with any endeavor with a diverse population in these ever demanding times, there are always challenges, but in reflection, the caring culture of my high school is one I’m quite proud to be part of.

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A Letter to My Younger Self

Dear Younger Self,

There really is no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just say it, you will have regret. You will step on someone’s toes when you meant to leap over them and yell when you should whisper and wear the wrong thing to the right place. You will dance when you should sit and sit when you should dance. You will hate what is good for you and love what will leave a mark. Your regret list is already a long one, and Act Three is only beginning. But for the most part these are moths or confetti or frosty regrets; trust me, they will not linger forever. Each will cause you to pivot or stumble or need a rest. Afterwards you will rise stronger. Each time. My best advice? Have faith in yourself. 

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