Here are few more of my favorite images from my time at Squam last week. It’s hardly possible to do anything more than simply post them. They capture the way I saw the moments, the golden light, the magic of those days.
All I can really say is that my time at Squam was just enough.
Just enough time to become a parenthesis, a pause from the exuberance and rushingness of little boys and busy life.
Just enough time to find myself, between arrival and departure, just still, at the end of a dock watching as the yellow sun became golden and the lake lit with the color of the heavens.
Just enough time to lie under a storm tossed sky while Jonatha played her guitar to the gathering gulls, and to us–the women around me, gathered there with big hearts and bigger courage; with gorgeous souls, incredible stories; with wild hair and vivacious dance moves; with laughter and wonder and delight.
Just enough time to feel my heart swell big in gratitude.