Every year when I visit Monhegan, I spend some time down on the southern end of the island sitting on the rocks, surrounded by the sound of waves, wind, birds. There is a peace and solitude to the spot I visit every year. I went later in the day than usual, sat with my sketchbook and handed myself over to the rhythm.
On the way back up the hill I built a cairn with a pair of island friends in mind. I pray they can find their way back.