We call it "re-entry". That feeling that overcomes you when you re-enter your life after spending 4 luscious days at Squam. Re-entry sucks. But the magic abounds...
Grateful for
- Warmth and openness of squammies from all over the globe, and those that live around the corner
- New adventures in repurposing fabric and wood
- New friendships started before we boarded the plane (where else could she have been going with a sewing machine in hand??)
- Familiarity of sounds...smells...music...and community
- Refilling my well
Day 1 back: if i wait to unpack will that make the magic stay with me a bit longer? Then i remember the sweetness when i open the suitcase to find the lavendar sachets i bought at the artist fair. The smell takes me instantly back to this...
and this...
and this
and reminds me to just let go, so i can create more of this...
**And that she promised a new playlist (soon!)**
I finally let loose and cried this morning--tears of gratitude that all the plans fell into place and I tried spring Squam. Tears of grief for having it end. Tears of sadness that there are too many other tidbits of life that may stop me from going to Squam this fall.
Only the smells, the sounds, the pictures, and the memories of warm new friendships to keep Squam in my heart.
Thank you **Squammies**...for everything. xo
