Spring. Usually at this time you’d be seeing a post announcing our opening date and what to anticipate in the forthcoming season.
This Spring, I’m sorry to report, our doors won’t be opening. (Sigh.)
No one likes change, particularly when it comes to an institution as steadfast as the Old Mill, so rife with tradition and in step with the rhythms of the seasons. But It’s time to move on. Time for me to be following my pollen path,* back to my stomping grounds in California. Time to focus on my writing.
‘Time to move on’ also means time to move over, to make room for something new and unknown to happen. So, inquiring minds want to know: what’s next for The Old Mill? The Old Gal’s still got a lot of life in her, still has a wealth of potential yet to realize. Her future captain will steer her on a new course, and she’ll sail into her next chapter, pretty as you please. It’s time for that person to grasp the helm.
Meanwhile I’ll be sending you news, photos recipes, stories….just to keep the ghost alive. Not our resident ghosts, mind you…but THE ghost, the sweet spirit of the place. As much as the Old Mill is a two-hundred-year old building, it’s also a miscellany of shared experience … a vibrant idea conjured by all of you.
Thank you all for this last chapter, for helping to create a very colorful, very lovely Old Mill Inn.
* A term popularized by Joseph Campbell in the 80s PBS series The Power of Myth, a very formative TV event for Boomers! The image of the pollen path originates from a Navaho prayer, but has come to mean, essentially, “following your bliss.”