Henry and me, 31 July 2013
photo by:  Kaitlyn Bouchard

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.    Rachel Carson 

On Friday, I learned that my dog Henry had an inoperable tumor and was bleeding internally.
On Saturday, I had to let him go.

It’s no secret that Squam is a very personal little enterprise.  I trust you know that I put my heart and soul into it and though I try to be more a businessperson and less of a drowsy fabulist, sometimes the overlap is such that I must simply be who I am.

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.

Thank you so much for understanding and I do hope my prolonged absence won’t keep you from stopping by next week to hear about how things went and to share in the outpouring of good energies that follow our retreats.

bisous, elizabeth

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