One of the contemplative things I did during our time here was to sit on the (cold) floor and look at views from a new, lower angle. This is something that I don’t do often enough but it proved to be the perfect place to settle in, to take long and careful looks around me. And to enjoy the way the light reflects on the old wood floor and bounces from the ceiling. And to think about the mystery of how perfect that all seems, how harmonious all the elements felt. And to wonder what makes current real life – away from meetinghouses – so clamorous and strident.

And, to reflect on how it’s up to each of us to find our sense of balance and harmony and to carry that with us when we go back home from the place where we found it.

South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026