We took long walks on our trip to the beach. Heads looking out and up at the water and sky as much as they watched the water lap over toes and shells emmerge from under the sand.
All week I was fascinated to find shells with natural holes. Holes made by water and sand. Holes that I was once told held magic if only you looked through them. You could see faeries. You could see gnomes. You just had to believe.
Without realizing, I ended up with a small collection of these shells by the end of the week.
What to do...
To carry them with you would be a small bit of treasure wrapped around your neck.
As my niece turns twenty one today, and she frolicked in the waves with all the cousins, I thought she would appreciate a bit of magic to carry with her on her journey into adulthood. A reminder. Love sent her way.
It started innocent enough. I thought that I'd send you postcards from the beach. Glimpses of our trip. Toes in the sand and such. Droplets of water that clung to smiling children frolicking in the waves. Beautiful sunsets that turned the beach pink.
Yet the internet connection was well, non-existent or spotty at best. Which secretly was beautiful. To have time with family knowing that really I couldn't send the postcards anyway. It gave way to a relaxed, being-in-the-moment kind of time. Pretty much what what I hope for from vacation. Alas, it meant another week of silence here. hmm.
Instead, I'll give you a few delayed glimpses.
It officially feels like summer now. Dare I say, even a bit like it's zooming past. Dancing with the winds of summer seems to be pushing me in many directions. An opportunity? letting go and letting be? It's good for me, I suppose. I still feel as though I'm practicing most of the time. Hoping that the next song I will know a few more of the steps.
This week I plan to make some lists. A few goals. Some fun we want to have as a family. A loose plan for the summer. It's not too late is it?
How is this week of summer going for you?
Did I mention that it's hot here? Really hot. Too hot. I dream of my feet in the pool, the children splashing, someone with a fan somewhere near by, drinking a frosty, fruity beverage. That sounds nice doesn't it?
Well, it's to dream on for now as I gather beach clothes and goggles. Empty pockets of shells and hope for that lovely afternoon rain.
You attend with excitement, too much luggage and an open heart. You see old friends, meet new friends and stay up until the wee hours of the morning chatting when you should be sleeping. You take classes with amazing teachers and you are inspired at the same time that you create. You share meals and breathtaking walks through the forest. You find yourself tired in the morning, waiting in line for the shower, wishing coffee was just a bit closer with a huge smile on your face.
You know that taking a nap would be a good idea yet you decide to spend the time knitting, chatting, and laughing on the dock while the sun sparkles dance on the water.
You laugh and throw your knitting in the air when the dock, on which you were sitting, breaks and sends you and eight other women plunging into the lake. You laugh about how loud the screams were that you all sent into the forest. You giggle as you hang wet clothing over rocks and tree branches and watch the "dock boys" haul your dock away.
You breathe in the smells, the place, the experience. You wonder how you will ever be able to wait another year to come back.
You have been changed, yet you know not how. You find words ineffective to express the experience.
You wonder at the love and care that is put into making Squam the experience that it is. You whisper a quiet thank you and you peer at the lake one last time before leaving. You check your luggage and nestle into your seat on the plane home hoping to catch up on a small amount of sleep. Secret smiles keep appearing throughout the flight as you remember the stories. the people. the ice cream.
You know, beyond any doubt, that the smile on your face is certainly there for a reason. You are so glad that you went. You know it was worth it.
You are surprised, yet again, that Squam could be that good. that memorable. that fabulous.
I'm off again tomorrow for Squam. I've gone before as some of you might remember. What an amazing, inspring time. I'm excited to see old friends and give them all big hugs. I'm anticipating meeting lovely new friends as well. I plan to leave with an open heart, ready for the adventures, with no expectations. I'll bring my knitting of course and I actually get to meet the ever cool YarnHarlot, the equivalent of a knitting rockstar, and sit around knitting a sock with her. insert giggle.
My plan is to keep you updated here with a few pictures. If you are on Instagram you can find me there as well @enchantedmama.
Have a lovely week and hope you enjoy the Squam glimpses!
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