The thread is a mysterious, magical piece of the Universe. It’s an invisible connection of serendipitous moments and happenstance woven together to let us all know when we are following our dreams and working from a place of passion. Some of us may have multiple threads occurring at once while others may experience one long thread spanning decades throughout their life. The Thread of Medillia’s Lament began weaving its way throughout my story nearly thirty years ago when my family first visited Gerrish Island in Kittery Point, Maine. When a thread occurs in your life, you will know it. People you haven’t thought of in years will just happen to appear and be connected to something in your present life, opportunities will come knocking when you least expect them, and strangers will appear from stage left and play an intricate part in helping you move forward toward a goal or life long dream. This post is about the thread I am experiencing as we push to publish Medillia’s Lament and how it is connecting characters from my past to opportunities in my present and near future. Threads can never be predicted or even imagined, they are a movie you’ve never seen, you just happen to be the leading role.
My family moved to Maine the summer before my sophomore year in high school. I was excited, nervous, and anxious. I knew my life would never be the same. I quickly began working at Cap’n Simeons, a restaurant overlooking Pepperell Cove. It’s from working there that I met three of the characters in my Medillia’s Lament thread. Becky Waldron and I were counter girls. In addition to being cashiers, we scooped ice cream, shopped for produce at the market, and made the tartar sauce! Her brother, Joe Waldron, was a server and well known by all the regulars. Their dad, Johnny was and still is a local fisherman who would tilt his cap as he came into the door before heading upstairs to the Galley after a long day at sea. I remember the excitement that would fill the restaurant when we all caught word that a tuna was on one of the boats and coming into the docks just below the restaurant. It usually meant drinks for everyone and lots of laughter and cheers.
There comes a time when we all grow up and move on in life. I got married, graduated from college ( in that order) and moved away from the coast, Becky became a teacher at Mitchell in Kittery Point, and Joe became a medium. His story is a novel in its own right but for my thread, he is really where it began to get interesting. When my father took his own life, Joe was just beginning to realize his gift as a medium and healer. As he became more open and aware of the incredible transitions that were occurring, he began to receive more and more messages from beyond, some just happened to be from my dad. There were repeated attempts by my dad to reach out to me but I closed myself off to his energy. I was hurt, scarred, and vulnerable and doubtful anything good could come from it. Joe persisted and would call me saying on numerous occasions, “He wants you to write everyday.” Some times Joe would just slip into our conversations the question, “are you writing everyday.”
Decades passed and I had long lost contact with Becky and Joe. Their father, Johnny, simply became a memory from my childhood, a part of my “roots” that will forever ground me to the ocean and Kittery Point. Then one day out of the blue, a message appeared from Jody Clark asking me to consider writing a novel based on a screenplay for a movie. That was over two years ago and since that moment the thread continues to show up more and more connecting my early life at Cap’n Simeons with the Waldrons to today where I find myself writing everyday with one book published and a second weeks away. Just months ago by pure happenstance I meet Anne Donnell and Sandy Hammel. Anne, a medium and healer, just happened to be mentored by Joe Waldron and had discovered my first book on the shelves at the Kittery Trading Post. Sandy, a photographer and artist extraordinaire, just happened to know Becky Waldron. Becky was Sandy’s son tutor and teacher. Then as the writing drew to an end and the second draft of Medillia’s Lament, The Novel, came to be, I turned the corner in Market Basket and came face to face with Johnny Waldron, the fisherman.
When writing the novel, I chose people I knew to model the characters after so that I would keep their physical traits consistent and realistic. Without Johnny’s knowledge, I had been spending a lot of time writing him into one of the supporting characters of the novel, Clarence. When I was describing Clarence, I dressed him in red suspenders, a cap, and boots. I wasn’t sure if I had imagined the suspenders or if they were authentic but for some reason I focused on them in describing his physical appearance. The writing and editing of the novel is finished and now it’s all about the intricate details of self publishing a novel. Weeks of formatting, designing, shooting images for covers and marketing, and gathering reviews, dedications, and forewords are monopolizing our time. This morning took us out on a lobster boat to capture the image for the back cover. The rain started coming down as we slept through the night and as fog rolled in as we awoke there were a series of messages deciding if the forecasted lighting would post pone the shoot for another day.
Johnny met Sandy and I at the docks in Pepperrell Cove, Becky came running up as we pulled his boat tight against the dock, and Libby stood in the light drizzle with her rain jacket keeping her shielded. Sandy immediately jumped into her role and began posing Johnny. As I watched her, something inside me seemed to take over and an image of the back cover wouldn’t let go. I knew exactly what it needed to be and apologized to Sandy for being so assertive and demanding the specific shot. She worked her magic and as the hour long cruise in the cove continued, goosebumps appeared on my arms and I knew that we were headed towards something incredibly magical. When we finished and tied back up to the dock, Sandy said she wanted to get images of all of us on this incredibly foggy morning shoot. I whispered to Becky to capture images of Sandy taking photos and I feel incredibly lucky to share these with you, and even more excited to be able to show you Sandy’s as we begin to promote the book and launch it with press and marketing materials.
Libby became our quiet mascot as she watched the scene unfold on the choppy waters with bright eyes. We all watched as Sandy brought her from the background into the foreground, making her feel as though she played just a big a role as anyone else on the photo shoot. After Sandy looked through the images of Libby, she pulled away from her lens and said, “that’s the magic shot!” Hours later at home trying to capture the magic of the morning with “Clarence” and Becky, I received and email of the image Sandy was talking about.
I thought to myself, “this woman has talent”. Sitting here at my counter writing this post, I know in my heart that the magic of the thread is incredibly special and such an amazing gift from life to each and everyone of us. It has reunited me with some of my most favorite characters from my past and intertwined them with my passion in which I hope to build my future around. The thread has connected my past with my present and future so seamlessly that it is nothing less than beautiful and inspiring to push forward. Becky was my childhood friend, one I laughed with, and loved. I realize now that time never takes that away and as I stood with her this morning on her father’s boat, I learned that you can always pick up where you left off. It wasn’t a surprise that Becky once worked with Jody Clark’s wife, Erica, or that she was also friends with Sandy, our photographer. It was just another piece of the thread of Medillia’s Lament. I could write a novel about this morning and all of the events that had to align for the past thirty years to make it possible but I need to pick up my daughter from cheer. My heart is pounding with excitement to find out what the thread has in store for all of us in the near future. I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out. I have a feeling it will be a happy ending!