I've used a lot of words in past years to describe the Squam experience. Loads of pictures as well. Maybe it is my advancing age or travel fatigue (can one be fatigued by too much celebration? Oh yes!) but all I can manage right now is my top ten things I loved about Squam 2012. In no particular order, they are:
Sharing conversations in the dark with a dear girlfriend (the best roommate ever!) I firmly believe sleepovers should be mandatory for all ages.
|kerry, please don't kill me for posting this! but isn't she a beauty?!|
There is something essential about conversations held while snuggled under cozy comforters, the blackness of night accentuating the cocoon like nature of a cabin room. Loon song in the background is a bonus.
A daily commute on trails, through the woods.
A tribe of women welcoming you home after a full day of creating and celebrating.
|the women of Brae Cove|
Deep soul work with equally soulful women. Who can hold your tears along with your laughter.
|SquamLodge with Pixie Campbell and 8 other goddess wild women|
The lake ... always soothing, healing and inviting (no skin diving this year, but many swims!)
Virtual friends becoming hug-able realities.
|with new sister Erica and finally meeting Herb Mother Latisha|
New connections made and existing bonds strengthened.
|my sisters in Brae Cove cottage enjoying a final evening together|
Magical moments everywhere. Just look up ...
Opportunities to challenge and stretch myself; new perspectives and new experiences.
Loving teachers and friends supporting and sharing in the experience of possibilities widening, expanding and spreading out in our world.
|with Maya Donenfeld who guided me through some sewing milestones in the creation of my story scarf|
I've lost track ... is that ten yet? I would mention the food except I was too engrossed with devouring it to take any photos. (This kind of work generates a hardy appetite. That commute needs energy!)
I know in the weeks to come I will uncover more gifts Squam bestowed upon me. That is the magic of Squam: it slips into your soul and travels home with you.
|the prayers and wishes of our cabin dancing in the lakeside breeze|
|acorn spiral created for an Earth Art class by my cabinmate Liz|