Tag: May Sarton; May Sarton’s grave in Nelson; writing;introspection;

Journal of a Solitude

 

 

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I have no real sense of direction.

Those who love me and know me well accept this and are not surprised by it anymore; but when we set out for Old Orchard on our car trip this year, I hesitantly pored over the map and asked gingerly (in case I was ludicrously off the mark) to inquire if we might go via Nelson, New Hampshire so that I could visit the grave of poet, author and journal-writer May Sarton. The General  assessed the map quickly, drawing a finger along the route, turning it a few times, finally pronouncing the idea “not even a problem” and went on to suggest that we pop along to Robert Frost’s graveside as well since it was on the way.

(Can I tell you that I absolutely love not having to justify what most people would consider a totally insane waste of time and my heart just swelled).

He added: “Graveyards on the way down! We really are a fun couple aren’t we?”

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