You got to taste sometimes don't you?
Of that tender kind of connection
That reaches deep and holds you,
By the bones it fills you up
But do you get enough?

I need a bridge in the city of rivers
I need a bridge to run across with my face wide open
Nothing held back in my heart
It could be wide enough for two
It could be wide enough for you
On the other side

So hard to say what is out there
In confusion impossibly clear
I have a wanting ache
And you have the steady gaze of a snake

I need a bridge in the city of rivers
I need a bridge to run across with my face wide open
Nothing held back in my heart
It could be wide enough for two
It could be wide enough for you

I will be waiting for you
On the other side

Lyrics from Deb Talan ~ A Bridge

Each day I have a few hrs to go through the hundreds and hundreds of photographs I took while at Squam.

There is a physical response in my chest. A fullness-a sense of a small place jammed packed with butterflies fluttering - dancing.

I feel a sense of excitement and overwhelm. A gift presented to me-not only to have been there to document this, but also the gift of being able to reform the connections with each and every photo that I look at.

This weekend I felt my heart burst open. My emotions found wings-took flight. It is an intense experience. One I want to hold on to and yet in some teeny tiny way want to escape. Does that make sense? That feeling this so intensely is life altering and feels a bit much?

Just a reminder-for me there are two choices:
blog-stream of conciousness style
not blog at all

Here I am.......

PS. I have so many photos that it seems the only way to process them is to start from the beginning.....