This summer we begin some of the smaller gatherings that are going to be hosted here in Providence at Squam HQ and I could not be more thrilled to kick it off with a beautiful offering from MICHAEL GABRIELLE — he of the amazing macrame wall hanging you may have seen on my Instagram earlier this Spring. When I shared the photograph (below), my email box suddenly filled with people asking about a class and so, ta-DAH! We have a most wonderful class happening the … View Post

do not try to serve the whole world or do anything grandiose. instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently, until the song that is yours alone to sing falls into your open cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. only then will you know how to give yourself to the world so worthy of rescue. – martha postlewaite * *thanks to my beloved friend and traveling companion who read this to me this morning photo credit: … View Post

“The end is never the end. It’s always the beginning of something.” – Kate Lord Brown, The Perfume Garden Last December when I announced that I would be scaling back my work life so that I might focus time and energy on my creative projects, it meant that Squam HQ would also have to scale back. Thus, yesterday was Forrest’s last day with Squam as he is also ready to move on to new adventures. That’s the funny thing about endings, they always herald new … View Post

We have more details to share with you today, most especially we are delighted to announce our 2017 EXTRAS for both the Spring and Fall gatherings. Before we share the BIG news that our September gathering will have Dr. Giavanni Washington in the house!!  (WOOT) we want to let you know that the special additional offerings people are making available are woven throughout both retreats and we are genuinely thrilled to the core to be wrapped with such love and care. First up, Kat Stromecki will be … View Post

Early in the morning of May 10, 1940 a young Belgian family was getting ready to catch a train. They lived in Antwerp and were headed to Paris for a family wedding. The small family was my grandfather, grandmother, father and aunt. My dad was 12 years old that morning and obsessed with airplanes. He could identify anything. My grandfather was at the sink shaving when my dad raced in shouting, “Dad, Dad — those are German planes!” Although my grandfather at first did not believe … View Post