“Return” a poem by Jean Scott Creighton, Grandmother
Here on the coast
we are sea things
washed by ocean water
to be in flood has been our joy
for once upon a time we rode the waves
from our sea bed and reached the shore
where the singing air from the dark pines
the spruce and the balsam firs filled our heads
and the bayberry reached out through the open rocks to brush our passing by
Oh we delighted ourselves and thought
of time without end when a southwest
wind gave us a cloudless day
Of course, we feared drying
and a falling tide so holding
a finger to the wind late one day
we felt a change to rain
with a nip from the north
and knew we had stayed too long
when the sea current pulled at our feet
telling us to leave on the ebb
to splash through the shallows
over the bars and reefs making
our skin slick with small waves
breaking over our shoulders
filling our lungs with an ocean mist
until we were salt entire
saline to the core.
Louisa & Brigham had a true mid-coast Maine wedding. They wanted to get married in a place that was deeply personal and meaningful to them. The obvious choice was Cushing, Maine their part-time home. This is a place where they gather with family and friends. Where they’ve made memories. Where Louisa remembers childhood Summers. As it turns out, Cushing is a short trip by boat across the St. George River from my family’s Summer home in Tenants Harbor. I could go on about the kismet of this, but we are definitely going to have future bonfires and dinners in our shared favorite place for years to come. Therefore I was excited to be here in a place that feels so magical and nostalgic to me. I felt an instant connection with these two and their tribe.
In classic Maine fashion, the weather was unpredictable and the waves were choppy. Rain was predicted up until the last minute but held off. The couple welcomed this, and traveled by boat to their venue, a private home maintained by an award-winning professional gardener. At the very moment when they saw each other for the first time, the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds. I won’t ascribe too much meaning to it, as we all know about maritime weather, but it was pretty magical to witness the clouds and fog lifting.
Louisa selected wild ferns (my own favorite flora) for her bouquet and for Brigham’s boutineer. The view from the ceremony location, and from cocktail hour on the lawn was epic and the party was perfect. Congratulations Louisa & Brigham!!!