Between Rhythms (Back from Squam Art Workshops)

morning view from Brae Cove porch, Squam Art Workshops 2011

I'm back from Squam Art Workshops and taking my time returning to my normal day’s rhythm - a rhythm that doesn’t include loons on the lake, sitting under the moon on the dock or busting a gut laughing by the fire with eleven other women.

The normal day’s rhythm includes sleeping in my own bed, movies on the couch with D. and re-sinking into the warmth of home.

They’re different rhythms and it’s important to allow in-between time. It makes for a gentler transition.

Off to Squam Art Workshops

view from Eldorado porch, Squam Art Workshops 2010

It's starting to feel like an annual pilgrimage. Each year I try to reset my expectations since no year is the same really.

Each year brings its own experience. But the woods, the cabins, the lake and the loons, those remain. And the food, oh my, the food.

And then there's the people - magical creative kindreds, each one on his or her own journey. Each year I am humbled at witnessing life-altering, personal transformation before my very eyes.

There's also play, and paint, and creative discovery.

And did I mention the food?

I'm off to the woods of New Hampshire a few days. I feel good about unplugging for a while and settling back into my senses and my soul. My head needs a rest.

I'll see you on the flip side.