You and I are taught early on the importance of the basics.
Air, water, food, love and shelter are pretty essential to maintain your state of health. But when you live in a place with the space called Maine, it is pretty easy to overlook the obvious for needs to be happy and content. No space, no peace is what happens.
You’ve heard the wail in the backseat of a family sedan about “Mommmmm, he is in my space again.”.
As the head swivels, body twists and the index finger, a stern look are transmitted like speed of thought eerie lightning. The hard glance telegraphed sharp as broken shards of glistening glass.
No over crowding, less people, space is not a premium in Maine.
The acreage is large, the housing stock is roomy too. And it is all low cost because of the sheer abundance of both. Our location insulates us. Protects the need for space inside all of us.
When you have more than enough space around you relaxation happen. Easy does it, settle down can take place.
You find you can breathe, not have the worry about bumping into someone else’s private cushion of space. Expecting too that the same won’t happen to you too.
And when you remove the worry of keeping a safe distance of ten miles per car extra clearance. To avoid collision like in driving, the lack of overcrowding causes another thing to happen.
Suddenly you are more concerned about the fewer people that are down the road. Around the neighborhood from where you live in Maine. Like smaller classrooms, less kids, more attention, better learning.
The awareness of the wildlife increases in Maine. The critters of all kind like us need uninterrupted space on land and water too.
The protection of the environment spikes. Then thoughts about what are you eating, how are you doing taking care of the one body issued to you start to roll on the mental film projection.
Splashing on the back of the inside of your head. From the time back there early in life.
When wearing, sporting only a birthday suit.
Someone holding you high by the ankles and administering a quick slap on the keester.
The one to grow on as you head up and out off the assembly line. Come on get a rhythm as the man in black sings.
Maybe the blues happen to many because of life in a space the size of a fish bowl.
And no place to hide, recharge or unplug because of all that out in the open glass.
Always on display for all to see.
It is way way different living conditions in simple, rural Maine.
Take a step, make the leap.
Out into the wild blue and green yonder of wonder dubbed Maine.
I was lucky enough to be surrounded by plenty of space growing up on a Maine potato farm.
I had a little more space to roam. Than someone trying to pull off living in an area the size of a suburban walk in closet, raising a family with walls in your face.
The day to day with zero lot lines inside the property. Forget about that condition just outside the living space of sticks and bricks. If you can call the green strip a yard.
Can you achieve peace and quiet without space that removes all that steals it?
Maine. The recipe for something tasty and memorable in life starts with a large heaping, helping of space. Add some crystal clean, unspoiled recreational water, infuse with breathe deep the deep blue fresh air. And Mister Man, you are cooking with gas.
The sky is the limit in how high you can go with the natural buzz. Inside you because you have room inside, outside to move around with freedom leading your life in Maine.
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