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NEW FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS: Solstice by Helene McGlauflin

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Solstice, Helene McGlauflin’s third collection of poetry is a sweet selection of poems written for and during the dark days before the winter solstice. Helene’s poems utilize imagery from the night sky, root cellars, fireflies, gestation in darkness, birth to remind readers to search for light, wait for light, hope for light, see light. Her poems are an accessible, welcome comfort in these times of uncertainty when every soul needs the reassurance of the beauty and faith found in poetry.

Helene McGlauflin, MEd., is a poet, writer and retired educator. Her numerous articles, stories and poems have appeared in books, small presses, magazines and professional journals. Solstice is Helene’s third collection of poetry, preceded by Tiny Sabbath (2010) and Teacher, I Honor You (2016) both published by Finishing Line Press. She is also the author of Calm and Alert: Yoga and Mindfulness Practices to Teach Self-regulation and Social Skills to Children (2018: PESI Publishing) her legacy from a long career as a school counselor and yoga teacher. Helene is a parent and grandparent and lives in Midcoast Maine with her husband Bruce. Contact Helene at mcglauflinh@gmail.com or visit calmandalert.com

PRAISE FOR Solstice by Helene McGlauflin

In her lovely poems, Helene McGlauflin reminds us of the mystery of darkness, that state in which the stars appear and bulbs lie, not dead, but dormant and waiting. These compelling poems reach out to their reader and offer fresh and surprising variations on the search for light in our dark hours. Nothing is excluded. There is “the honesty of sludge,” and a unique vision of the three wisemen relinquishing their pomp. In a poem addressed to the super moon, dated November 2016, the poet sees in the moon a “non-scorching reprimand” and asks, “How could we have mistaken darkness for light…?” The gift of at these poems is that they don’t. They search and discern, question and embrace, facing the darkness but moving steadily toward a sustaining light that is “luminous, waiting.”

–Betsy Sholl, As If a Song Could Save You.

In the Lateran relics collection, in Rome, there is a sealed tube. Within it, they say, is light from the star followed by the three kings – relics and miracles, always about faith … and light.

The poems in this collection sing light into darkness, but celebrate the darkness as well, singing out from that liminal space where things are always beginning, just before dawn, just before solstice, the time to “wait for sunrise, walk together into a future”

–Gary Lawless, How the Stones Came to Venice

Helene McGlauflin‘s Solstice takes us on a soulful journey into the yearnings of the human spirit to find light, hope, and peace in the midst of a changing and complex world, asking us to consider questions like “what is left after//virus rages/fire destroys/winds howl…hate spews”? Like in her poem “Root Cellar,” these poems quietly but confidently ask us to take stock of the spaces and things that restore us: “. . .as cold and despair lurk outside you, you/will never starve if you can descend, return to your store/sit in a corner among jars in the gloaming, trust the quiet,/the silent light as a promise from the root cellar”. And, like in her poem “A Single Star,” these poems insist on our ability to find “the quixotic promise visible at dusk . . .” and like “miners . . . find a beam as the mountain/crumbles underfoot and light abandons the shaft, then be cheered by/your capacity to save yourself and those around you from collapse.” These poems are very feminine in the way that they remind us that light and hope are products of a life lived simply, a life lived with the understanding that babies, community, and the natural world can indeed save us because “a single point of light in darkness matters.”

–Marita O’Neill, Evidence of Light

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A look at the beauty of midcoast Maine in those special moments right before sunrise, and right after sunset. Tech: Sony A6400, A6500, RX10 IV, RX100V, Autel Evo drone

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Snowy lighthouses have been on my list to capture for a few years now but I’ve never been able to nail the timing of a storm for them. I’m so glad that this month’s trip to the midcoast was spot on for capturing some winter conditions. After spending an evening at Owls Head, I got up the next morning for a 13°F sunrise at Marshall Point Light. My hope was that the storm from the night before had blanketed the lighthouse in fresh snow and that I'd be the first one there to enjoy it. I arrived just as the snowplows were clearing the parking lot and the light was starting to come up. This was my favorite shot of the morning, I loved all the lines of drifting snow. • • • • #maineisgorgeous #igersmaine #maine_igers #mainelife #mainething #downeastmagazine #mainetheway #maine #nikonnofilter #yourshotphotographer #landscape #landscape_lovers #raw_lighthouses #lighthouse_captures #lighthouses_windmills_gs #lighthouse_world #lighthouse_lovers #lighthouses_around_the_world #newengland #ignewengland #newengland_igers #igersnewengland (at Maine) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLmwtVvs0pL/?igshid=1y0wwrvvrpgnt

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The Midcoast Maine Photo Experience is right around the corner and there’s still room for Y-O-U! Maine holds a special place in my heart and I want to share my love of the Boothbay Area where I lived for 12 years and my love of photography. So I have teamed up with the creative, talented Boston photographer, Kathy Tarantola, to offer a Midcoast Maine Photo Experience from Wednesday, August 21st through mid-day Sunday, August 25th at Ocean Point Inn in East Boothbay, Maine. The workshop will include Photographing sunrises & sunsets Photographing nooks & crannies of Boothbay Harbor A trip to Burnt Island Lighthouse A day trip to Monhegan Island A morning at Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens Optional night photography w/light painting LightRoom instruction & critique of participant’s photos . . . and more! Sign up NOW at https://ift.tt/2MNPv2R #photographfromyourheart #MidcoastMaineAdventure #monheganislandmaine #pemaquidpoint #pemaquidlighthouse #cmbg #burntislandlighthouse #boothbayharbormaine #funphotoadventures — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2Yxv5Ch

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Chuck Billy's World

Chuck Billy’s World

Surprise! We’re back! Last week Asa and I decided that Mom and Dad needed a vacation, so we took them to explore the midcoast region of Maine. It was the perfect way to celebrate the end of summer.

We awoke each morning to the sound of lobster boats heading out to check their traps. Thanks to their 5 AM wake up call, we all enjoyed beautiful sunrises every morning, with each one more…

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Sunrise this morning from my backyard. Midcoast Maine [OC][5312x2988] via /r/EarthPorn http://ift.tt/2klgP9L

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Clear Sky, 26°C

Newcastle Cruising Yacht Club

Going to get the jobs done The next step in the ongoing saga that is boat ownership was upon me, I had to get the damage done in the electrical storm of Feb 17 fixed, (did I write about that?), and also the urgent repairs that were indicated in the initial inspection completed. I needed a haul-out and I discovered, after an extensive investigation and enquiry, that my best option was going to be Midcoast Marine in Newcastle. The first plan was to go up on the 12th Mar, and Brian and Bronte were going to be my crew, but the weather was supposed to turn cappy, so Bronte and Hunter helped me take her over to her new mooring in the temporary site at Claireville instead. The weather turned out to be beautiful for sailing, and we could have stayed out all day, it was just blissful, but Keri had an afternoon appointment, and since she was kind enough to drive all the way to Claireville to pick us up, we had to get on with it. We still had to get the boat sorted, find the mooring, and somewhere to leave the dinghy, and as always time gets away with you on the water. So the 26th Mar was the next possible date. As it turned out Brian was busy, so just myself and Bronte were the crew. I wanted to wake up on the water! Just a simple wish, but it meant that I was going to have to get from work, finishing at 7:30pm, shop for the trip, get home, persuade Bronte to buy into the plan, pack what I needed, then get over to Claireville. We eventually got there just before midnight, which wasn't brilliant, but hey, waking up on the boat at dawn was going to be so worth it. Next problem was to get all the gear down to the dinghy, find it, launch it, load it including the outboard, and get out to the boat in the dark. Most of this was all straight forward, thank God for phone flashes. What I hadnt planned on was finding the boat in the dark! I had a rough idea where it was, after all I had parked it there 2 weeks previously, but there are so many boats out there and they all look the same until you get close! It was a warm and still night, and we unloaded our dinghy and got it up on deck. No problem with the dark here, the floodlights and spreader lights do a premium job, but at one stage Bronte said to me in a whisper "not so loud dad, there's someone on that boat next door". We really felt that we were breaking the peace. The same can't be said for some land lubbers in the bay who were partying hard, and the noise carried across the water. The following day I was up before dawn to commune with the sunrise. Silly me, I had forgotten that we wouldn't see it where we were parked. Didn't matter, I had a nice cup of coffee while it got light, and started preparing for the sail. I hoisted a flag of Kyles and as soon as Bronte was up and coffee'd we got going. It was a breathless morning, apart from the fisherman all racing out to get to their spots. We motored for ages waiting for a breeze, any breeze would do, but we were to wait for a long time. The sea was a bit lumpy where the swell bounced back off the cliffs between Box Head and Terrigal creating a cross chop, but Bronte proved once again just how solid her stomach is with any kind of awkward motion. Motoring in a choppy sea is not proving to be my favourite mode of travel. Eventually the sea calmed down and a bit of a south easterly sprang up, not really enough to get any drive in the sails, so I only got the staysail out in the hope that it might help stabilise the boat a bit. While we were motoring along with not much to do, "Gyro" at the helm, I thought I would try setting the genoa on its whisker pole, just because, and I hadnt done it in anger up to that stage. Just getting the pole out was a struggle, how I would have managed in a heaving sea I don't know. Then the problems started, the pole twisted and jammed the slider in the track, the slider couldn't come down to parallel because the main sail cover goes too high, there is no block or cleat for the forward guy etc etc. So I put it all away and promised myself I would do some more research on that set of problems. Meanwhile Bronte was getting bored also, her method of defusing the boredom was to go for a mid voyage swim. She was a little worried about the possibility of sharks, and didn't stay in long, but she was more game than I was. By about 3pm we were still motoring although the wind had started to come in from the east. We got all the sails up finally. It did mean we were going to have to tack all the way to Newcastle, and that was going to blow our ETA out by 2 or 3 hours, so we were committing to an after dark arrival. Another first. Oh well, can't get the experience any other way! We revised our ETA with Marine Rescue and sailed on. At one point I realised that we were going to have to tack again to get around Redhead, so I started the motor again. Giving the boat a bit extra push meant that we would lose some angle up into the wind, but it had the advantage of reducing our leeway in the tack. We got around Redhead without needing another tack and shut the motor off again as we were getting some reasonable speed. It got dark! Not so much of a problem at sea, but we were coming into a busy port I had never been to before, under sail! At some stage we were going to have to get the sail in. As we were approaching the last way point but one, before the turn into the channel, I realised that the next leg would give us a nice little reach in winds that were now getting up to 15kt. Suddenly we were powering along on a leg that was much shorter than I had imagined. So we headed up into wind to get the sail in, somewhere out off the last port marker for the channel. It did cross my mind that this could be a problem for other boaties using the entrance, and I did make a special effort to get sail in quickly and as efficiently as I could. I was to realise a little later just how stupid that plan was. As we headed up the channel, guided by Navionics on my phone, faithfully following the track plotted plum up the middle, I had Bronte stand out on the deck spotting for me. It was very difficult to see the channel marks, other boats, ferries etc etc with the tender on the deck, but I figured we would be alright provided we just took our time. At one stage Bronte said to me "why is that big wharehouse with those two little boats beside it moving? "Oh shit it's a ship!" And it was coming down river! Next time I'll plot my tracks a little more up the starboard side. I knew we had a dock waiting for us, and I had a fair idea where it was, what I didn't appreciate was how tight it was to get into! We had a couple of fenders ready to go, but we had no idea how high the dock was, or what kind of edge it had, so we didn't set them. I had warps ready, but once again I wasn't sure what we would find when we got to the dock. As it happened there was another boat on the port side of the pontoon, so we had to go to starboard side. At the last minute I got Bronte set up with a warp in midships, as I thought it would be important to be able to stop the boat with an aft spring, and drive the stern against the cross wind with the rudder. It didnt turn out like that! The boat drifted away from the dock before Bronte could jump onto the pontoon. The bow swung into wind, closer to the dock so Bronte scrambled forward to grab the head line. I didn't quite get all the way off her and the anchor housing contacted the handrail on the gangway, putting another bend in it. With a head warp holding I could get the stern to come back against the wind, so we did finally get tied up, but all the time the depth sounder was doing its nut. That left a severe doubt about the usefulness of the whole arrangement, given that we were 4hrs before LWS and already showing our keel to be on the bottom! After a little thought I satisfied myself that it was possible that because of the position of the transducer, and the sloping of the river bank, there was probably more water under the keel than was being indicated. Phew! Time for dinner. Exhausted, but elated. That's how I hit the sack later that night. Fortunately, while I squared away topsides, Bronte cooked us some chicken to have in our wraps, and we both crashed into bed about 10ish. GOOD JOB TEAM!

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