People tell me how they make friendships at Squam that change their life. I just want you to know, me too.
That's one hundred, but oh -- I have barely scratched the surface.
Seriously. Doesn't that about sum it up? I'm thinking I could paint that on my wall to keep in mind a great approach to life.
When you are on your path, things aren't always clear, but eventually, it all starts making sense. And, when you least expect it, there are such lovely gifts to discover.
hmm, am thinking that title could be improved
I like a day that rolls out with one small delight strung to the next.
it's only the beginning . . .
Yes. She was and she did. But it's probably best that you don't ask her about it because she has no idea how lovely, how graceful, how articulate her words were -- and no doubt, she will downplay it or shoo you away or otherwise change the subject.
Just when you think the deep breakthroughs are over - in come the rains.
Lovely, light and calm. A quick hello from Squam . . .
Right now, I am sad, heartbroken and missing Henry who was central to my life for the past ten years. And so, I wanted to let you know why there won't be any posts here at the blog until I get back from our beautiful Taproot gathering next week.
If you have a hankering for some twinkle magic and to do some shopping for sexy skirts, beautiful paper, fabulous bags, or coolio artwork that will have your friends asking, "that's amazing! where did you FIND that?" -- then plan on joining us. We'd love to see you there!
"I write to you because I want you to know it's because of Squam and the nurturing, encouraging and positive atmosphere you provided that nudged this "old girl" on a new path in her life."
What can I say? He might be dead, but he still sets my soul on fire.
Sometimes you gotta shut it all off . . .