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Every Saturday morning (or Sundays if we hike on Saturday) during winter and fall I prepare baked Maine apples for breakfast. Sometimes I add frozen blueberries or raspberries also. We are still eating the raspberries from our marathon picking in early July.  

Saturday mornings start slow around our home. We usually all sleep in and have a late breakfast before getting serious about the day's work. Though now with the pressure on to move in mid May there is a definite urgency to start projects earlier in the day. All our current weekend projects are house (fixing up) and move related.

Most of my day is spent in the kitchen and being support crew for the work being done. For the past couple weeks I've wanted to start the day on an inspirational note by listening to TED talks while peeling and cutting apples for breakfast. This morning I actually did so by hooking up portable speakers to Damien's computer, bringing it all in the kitchen and listening while I worked. 

Last fall there was an independent TED event here in Maine. This is not surprising to me. Maine (some might say, in spite of our last election) is quite a progressive place. There are interesting people in corners all around the state and I feel very privileged to know some amazing people who are changing their communities for the better.

These three TED talks I listened to this morning are along that line. I have to say honestly these particular talks would not merit my undivided attention. Ie: I wouldn't use my very limited time these days to sit down and watch them in the evening. The ideas presented by these speakers are not new but I do need a reminder now and again about the course we need plot for a more sustainable future. Having said that, I feel these videos were worth the listen while I was doing my kitchen work.

  • Russell Libby - Beyond the Roadrunner Economy. The Executive Director of Maine Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association talks about, you guessed it, the sustainable, local food movement. Nothing earth shattering but a good reminder of why I should be doing more than just serving Maine apples for breakfast on a Saturday morning. 
  • Zoe Weil - The World Becomes What you Teach. Like, hello homeschooling. I wish I had more faith in large scale bureaucratic change but I don't (sorry for that bit of pessimism). I plan to change the world by raising my family and educating my children along the principles Zoe talks about. Kudos to those public educators who are trying to make this difference in their classrooms. 
  • Paul Josephson - Why We All Need to Be Neo-Luddites. I know, I know I really do need to ride my bike more often. Only that will be tricky since it was stolen this summer. I like Josephson's humor and wit, especially regarding fructose - you'll just have to listen for yourself. 


The kids enjoying a bit of their own Saturday morning creativity
watching video footage they took of the cat (no, the laughs aren't staged)

Now let's say you truly do have twenty minutes of undivided time for some inspiration. Well then I recommend you watch Brene Brown's TED talk on vulnerability. I mentioned this video in December but it's worth a second mention because it's just that good. I know it's been around the web a lot and might be old news to some of you but watching this video encouraged me, once again, to be open and vulnerable with people even when it's scary to do so. Especially when it's scary to do so. 

Like when sharing our dreams and ideals for the life we want to create for our family. Telling that story in person (bits and pieces of it have shown up here), as I have done over the past couple months, is deeply personal and leaves me feeling vulnerable and quite frankly, open to criticism. "You want what?" By the way, no one has said this out loud but I do wonder what people must think about our crazy ideals (most of which we don't even dare discuss with many people). 

In the past year I have opened myself up to dream and think big in ways I have never done before. In ways I was too scared to even consider. This has been incredibly exciting but also leaves me feeling vulnerable to rejection, failure, and disapproval. 

So when I watch a talk like Brown's I feel "yes, it's worth the vulnerability" because my openness to dream and share is one of the gifts I have to give. It's something I give myself, my husband, and my children. And it's something I offer to you also. 

Ok wow, I wasn't expecting to go so far down that path. But there you have it. I am vulnerable and want to live my life wholeheartedly (you can watch the video for more of what that means).

As a side note Brown was the keynote speaker at the Blissdom blogging conference this past week. Too bad I couldn't have been there to hear that talk. I think it would have been very inspirational. PS. If you did go, please don't rub it in. I'm vulnerable (ha, ha!!) 

Winter truly is a time for inspiration and I will be revisiting that idea in a post coming next week.

What are you inspired by these days? Any great internet audio/visual stuff you recommend for next Saturday's breakfast prep?

After keeping all of you (or some of you) in suspense we're now ready to share our big news, we have decided to return to Canada in this year of 2011.

It's unbelievable the amount of mental, creative and emotional energy that have gone into that one little sentence.

Many of you know bits and pieces of our plans already, for others it is fresh news. For all of you however, we’d like to share the story of this intended move. To make it easier to tell this story I’m borrowing the journalism technique of answering the following questions: What, Where, When, Why & How (the Who you already know - it’s us!)

What:

We’re moving back to Canada - this I’ve already stated.

Where:

We plan to move to the Gaspé Peninsula of Quebec. Let’s have a visual shall we?

When:

Our tentative move date is mid-May. The exact time depends upon finding tenants for our house.

Why the Move:

Ah, now we can start actually telling a story. In one word we are moving for freedom.

How ironic considering the US is the land of the free and home of the brave... only if you are permanent resident or citizen. And there’s the rub. After eleven years of living in the US, paying taxes, contributing to our community and putting down roots we still are not permanent residents, except for the youngest two members of the family who were born here.

We applied for our permanent residency status, aka: green cards, four years ago and the waiting time is still another estimated two to three years, though it’s really anyone’s guess.

In the fall of 2009 we found out that the queue for processing our accepted application (ie: we’ve cleared the first phase but now we’re in line for the limited number of green cards they give out each year) had a four year backlog. Upon learning this we were crestfallen to say the least. Maine is home. This is the only home our children have known (or at least remember) and we love the farms, mountains, ocean and all around natural beauty of this state. This is where we had planned to stay.

So, if we like it so much what’s the big deal about waiting for our permanent residency?

Without those green cards our employment and ways we can provide for our family are very limited. As in, limited only to Damien’s sponsoring employer, the college where he works. They have been a wonderful employer and the job has been good to Damien and our family. However, we are not able to explore any other options for earning income at a time of life that we feel the need to do so.

Renee can’t earn any money from her writing, photography, soapmaking and other endeavors. Celine is unable to work odd jobs as she approaches her young adult years. Damien is limited as a provider to one job, one employer. He has no opportunity for pursuing other interests that might generate income (don’t all computer guys have some side gig?)


praying for guidance as we navigate our way through this

God has provided for all our needs and then some with Damien’s current job. It is not for the money making opportunities that we are moving but for the freedom to explore creative endeavors. To experiment with professional and personal development, pursuing our passions and interests as a family. 

Our children are growing, the “baby” is eight and Celine is nearing twelve years old. We have dreams and plans for family life in this next stage of raising our children. We want to travel more, we want to thru-hike, we want to be together at home as a family - doing work we love with the freedom to explore all the opportunities and open doors that come our way. This is not possible in the United States without our permanent residency.

Basically we have limited freedom to experiment, create, explore and pursue what we want. This situation is no longer acceptable for our family. We either need our green cards (yesterday please) or we need to move.

And so we made the difficult decision the autumn of 2009, when we found out we had four more years of waiting, to move the year of 2011 if we didn't have our green cards by this time. 

Our current working and dependent visas (paperwork that allows us to live and work here) expire this October. Our plan was to get all our ducks in a row to move by the summer of 2011 while we waited for an immigration miracle that probably wouldn't happen. And trust me, a miracle is needed when dealing with an unyielding bureaucracy like immigration and homeland security.

That brings the story to the present. No miracles, except for the daily ones of grace, forgiveness, laughter, food on the table and roof over our heads (and then some!).

Why Gaspé:

There's two reasons we choose the Gaspé region of Quebec, even though we don't speak the dominant language:

  • mountains
  • on the east coast

Since moving to Maine we discovered a love, in Damien’s case he re-discovered a love - the mountains and hiking in them. Also since moving to Maine my parents moved out east after living their whole adult lives in western Canada (which is where Damien and I grew up). I moved far from my family once before (when we moved to New Jersey in our twenties) and simply could not do it again. Not in this stage of life where my mom is one of my best friends and Nana and Papa mean the world to the children (and vice versa).

Somedays we feel more like west coast folks. Our interests, the way we eat, our environmental ethic, very much of what we value and do is much more common on the west but we find ourselves in the east and are trusting God that we’re here for a reason.

So, last Christmas we scouted out the beautiful Gaspé peninsula and determined that yes, we could move there. The culture, natural beauty, outdoor opportunities and local agriculture are what we were looking for and the area is financially accessible.

And the fact that most everyone speaks French? Well that’s just an added bonus in this adventure!

On our two trips to the Gaspé last year we discovered that most people can speak English if you ask but our sincere desire and excitement is to learn a second language - an amazing opportunity for our homeschooling family.

How:

To pull this move off we are relying heavily on God’s providence, and a bit of human creativity and a little parental support. 

We can’t sell our home right now for what we owe on the mortgage (that darn market crisis) so we’ve decided to rent it out. We have always rented out the basement apartment and we live in a good area for renting. We have found a property manager who will be our eyes, ears and hands in Maine until such time as we can sell. This winter we will be doing some more work on the house and in early spring we plan to find a tenant.

As far as employment, much work remains to be done. Damien has been working on projects for months that have the potential to earn income once we move. These past few months has been focused on making connections and contacts, looking for the open doors that can lead to paid work when we move. Some opportunities are already in the works. Sorry to be so vague but many details remain to be resolved and we won’t really know how it’s going to all play out till we’re living it - in a couple months.

This summer we will move temporarily to my parent’s house in Nova Scotia because we will be without a home and without a steady job (and living on savings). Once we get the employment piece kind of figured out (which will be computer based, ie: we can live and work from anywhere we have an internet connection) we will make the move to Gaspé. Though I think my parents are hoping we’ll decide to build a little cabin on their property (smile).

I could write on and on about why we feel the need to move and what our plans are but the most important thing is this, we believe this move will be beneficial for our family and the time to do it is now. Even though we must uproot, make sacrifices, go through uncertainty and other challenges we have a goal, we have dreams, we have vision and the time has come to put our hearts into action.

You can be absolutely positive I will be blogging about this much more. It might dominate the scene for a while because this is family life right now - working, de-cluttering, packing, preparing. 

I look forward to sharing the ups and downs of this journey (and trust me, there's been many of those already). But mostly I am excited about moving forward to create the life we want as a family.


sunset on the Baie des Chaleurs, Gaspé

For the eight years we've lived in Maine we've heard about "camps". These are, most often, small and rather rustic vacation cottages that dot the shores of Maine's many beautiful ponds and lakes.

Where we grew up there were few nice fresh water lakes and no one I knew had a cottage. In Maine though it's common for someone who is part of an extended family to have a connection to a camp. Seeing that we have no extended family here we've never had those kind of connections.

Even so, we managed to snag a weekend at a honest-to-goodness camp last weekend, thanks to the generous offer of some friends.

The digs would be considered modest by most standards. The decor, furniture and appliances were all circa 1971 and we were without hot water. But compared to most of our weekend outings (under tents and three sided shelters) the solid roof, wood burning stove, propane stovetop, running water and electricity were downright luxurious.

Though Celine did say she would prefer WiFi to flush toilets. And I agree.

It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend away, tucked snug in between two difficult weeks. Those are often the hardest trips to make (it seems hard to get away when so much is happening at home) but the most important also.

Whereas we usually hike each weekend this time we rested. We wrote, paddled, read, ate, hammocked (is that a word?) slept and played games.

I was a perfect break in an otherwise tumultuous month.