my fortune from Christine Mason Miller
A journey indeed!
I've returned from an enchanted place known as Squam Art Workshops.
An uplifting retreat in the woods by the shores of Squam Lake, New Hampshire was just the remedy I've been seeking these last few months. I'm quiet by nature and it took some courage and a little nudging from my husband to leave my comfort zone and journey to a place where whispers in my head and my heart were telling me to go. As we drove up to the lake, my belly was filled with the little flutters of wings...the good kind. Like the flutters you feel just before you are to marry your best friend, or when your water breaks for the first time and you think "this is it...". Or perhaps more like "first day of school" flutters. Anyway, it didn't last long...
As soon as I arrived I was greeted by warm happy smiles, open arms, exceptionally inspiring teachers and kindred spirits...even my little girls were mesmerized. And while my incredibly loving husband entertained our super energized, non-napping little nymphs in the woods, lake & cabin for three days, I explored, listened, observed, cried, enjoyed enlightening conversation, made new friends and of course some art.
It was phenomenal.
I've returned from my journey completely recharged, inspired, changed. A gentle shift has occurred inside me. This past summer I've been at a crossroads. Stuck. Discontent. In a fog. And now the fog that surrounded me has lifted and the path I need to take is in sight. A new journey.
It feels so right.
As I continue to enjoy my Squam Lake high, I'll spend the day in the studio and put a few ideas on canvas and relish in the memories...
And if I don't return here for awhile, you'll know why.