My art and writing are two channels I use to express gratitude for all the goodness in my life.  Being creative requires me to step out of my comfort zone and explore new avenues.  When I write and paint from the heart, everything makes sense.  I am grateful for the opportunity to share my joy with you.

Squam:  Where Magic Happens

Squam: Where Magic Happens

I knew I was going to love my experience at Squam. I just didn’t know how much.

Driving down the road leading to the Rockywold-Deephaven camps in Holderness New Hampshire, I had an inkling of what to expect. Friends had told me that magic happens at Elizabeth Duvivier's Squam Art Workshops retreats. 


{Magic:: having the power to make impossible things happen:: having supernatural power}

And I was ready to experience magic.

My family was surprised when they heard I was going solo. I tend to be an introvert who is more comfortable in a new situation when I have a friend with me. But I knew instinctively that four days in the mountains of New Hampshire at an arts workshop where enchantment occurs was just what I needed.

I was bewitched.

Here is what I knew before arriving:  I would be taking workshops offered by creative and talented women. There would be daily yoga classes offered and meals would be provided. I would be staying in a rustic lakeside cabin.

I was not disappointed. Hour of Gold, course on altered books taught by the incredible Colleen Attara, inspired me and guided me to think outside the box. Being in her workshop felt like being in the art studio of my dreams. It was incredible.

Ditto for Exquisite Stitch, the embroidery workshop led by the talented Joetta Maue. She introduced us to a world beyond traditional samplers and gave us a taste of what we could create if we only dared to dream. I had never known what works of art could be created with a thread and needle.

Enchantment indeed. It was everywhere, in every nook and corner, woven through the wooded trails and lakeside.



Dream Catcher

What didn’t I know before turning down the drive that led me to this magical place?

I hadn’t anticipated the kinship I would feel. Strangers quickly became friends. I was blessed to be in a cabin with amazing women. We shared. We laughed. We drank wine. We discovered common threads in our stories.

The same magic occurred during classes. My classmates all possessed open hearts, a willingness to share ideas, stories, life experiences. I now know that there is no limit on how many kindred spirits one can have.

I had not expected this. To be so quickly embraced as a member of this creative community. My heart felt so full. I found myself giving silent thanks as I walked to class, while sitting on the dock breathing in the crisp air, when being lulled to sleep by the sound of the loons outside my window.


Four days of thanksgiving.

On the fifth day, after embracing my cabin mates goodbye and wishing them safe travels, I headed home. I felt renewed, refreshed, invigorated, my mind full of possibilities.

Squam taught me that anything is possible, if you dare to dream.

I can hardly wait for next fall.


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