Penobscot Bay is the deepest body of water in the Gulf of Maine…and I live at its shores with my husband Steven, father Zaven and a Maine Coon cat, Campah. Together we run a family campground and steward the land…we provide a place for people to come and relax, wander through the gardens, explore the beach and re-connect with themselves and others.

Living in the center of a campground is the perfect backdrop for my life. Unlike the “real world,” here there are no clearly defined roles to play. Asked for or not, we all offer opinions on what the other is doing…and many of our guests feel free to throw their thoughts into the mix. On a bad day it feels like living in a fishbowl, but on the majority of the days it feels like being wrapped in a warm breeze scented by may flowers. Imagine a continual swirl of creativity that’s more like a chorus than a handful of soloists.

We’re lucky enough to live on 40 acres with a quarter mile of ocean frontage. The property has a stream that runs through the middle, stands of 100 year old oak trees, massive red pines and extremely fertile soil. No two days are ever the same and there are endless opportunities to be creative. We garden extensively with native plants, emphasizing those that attract birds and butterflies. I can paint signs and buildings any way I choose, we do all our own marketing (for better or worse), create family craft projects and plan meals that we share with many of our guests.

It’s an almost perfect life and I hope you’re inspired to follow your own creative heart. In the beginning I tried to respond to your comments but I’ve found that I can’t always keep up…please be forgiving. I love to read them and would feel very sad if you stopped!