He reminded me we had had that exact conversation twelve months earlier. Somehow, I had gotten myself so tangled up, I no longer felt the passing of time, as it came rushing by me. And here, I found myself, unraveled.
Has it really been 2 months? 2 months since Squam? hard to believe the summer is just flying by. So many eloquent, talented people, have already said much about this magical place. Here are just a few more words.
Squam is a dream camp: surrounded by all that natural magic, and the magic that comes from being around so many lovely, thoughtful makers, I also had the privilege to take 2 classes from talented teachers: Pattern play with Cal Patch and Heirloom Boats with Ann Wood. (in a future post, I’ll share the 2 garments based on the patterns I created in class since returning home…)
my little red white and blue boat even made it into Ann’s blog! Within minutes of returning home, that fragile pine cone garland was destroyed by curious little hands. The boat has since been moved to a safer perch, a small reminder of the lake, new friends, and all that taking a little time to stop, reflect, and make, can bring.