In the days following Squam, I always clear my calendar. There is work to be done in the re-entry. Aside from the piles of laundry and loads of unpacking, there is a sweet, slow integration and sinking in that begs for solitude, spaciousness and epic napping. Mining the gems takes time. The resonance of what was shared and what I experienced echoes in the days after, and I am listening deeply - so much to reflect upon and so many joy-filled moments to sift through. I always find new pieces of my heart when I am by the lake.
The deepest stories are in the connections.
Whatever I carry with me into the woods, is what I will find. The relationships somehow become perfectly distilled reflections of the hopes, the fear, the uncertainty, the vulnerability, the love. Truth, manifested. This time in particular, I feel as though I was seen and loved on like crazy. Not only just in simple passing kindness and gratitude, but in solid waves of beautiful full-on LOVE. Maybe I was more open. Maybe I am getting better at letting others in.
Squam, most of all, is always a huge lesson in receiving and allowing. It's learning to rise up to meet the brightest light within and then passing it on, one fiery spark to the next.