Spent my first night of this year at squam last night. Peace, joy, serenity. As I walked into center harbor to do some work today, the carillon was playing a hymn in the square. All is well. The rain on the lake echoes circles of peaceful, quiet thought .
When Spring arrives, my thoughts turn more and more to the colors outside, rather than the deep memory colors from midwinter. The sun, the spring
Light. I have been doing a lot of thinking about light and darkness, contemplation, placements, and the moon, particularly in the closing of this balsamic