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\nAt the edge of Squam lake, a sketchbook watercolor<\/span><\/p>\n

For me, Squam<\/a> was a beautiful and blessed chance to reconnect.<\/p>\n

I reconnected with the earth<\/a>. The sound of pouring rain against the rooftop, a million shades of green in a single tree, sunlight pouring through screened porch windows, stars, stars and more stars. (Yes, I realized. New England really is<\/i> that gorgeous.) Surrounded by concrete and tangled in highways here in LA, it’s easy to feel claustrophobic and anxious. But walking among the towering trees and sitting beside the vast lake, I felt peace.<\/p>\n

I reconnected with God. We had a nice chat one afternoon, just the two of us, as I wandered through the woods. Mostly, though, I just listened.<\/p>\n

I reconnected with friends. It’s a blessing and a curse to know so many beautiful<\/a> people<\/a> who<\/a> live<\/a> far<\/a> and<\/a> away<\/a>. Spending just a handful of days with such talented<\/a>, funny<\/a>, brave<\/a> and<\/a> lovely<\/a> girls<\/a>, though, fueled my heart and mind.<\/p>\n

I reconnected with my 15-year-old self. More than once, I fell into a fit of giggles that made my cheeks and belly ache. <\/p>\n

I reconnected with my dreams. I caught sight of those big and small plans I’ve scribbled so many times in the sky. Although they may have been quiet lately, they are in fact alive and well.<\/p>\n

I<\/b> am feeling alive and well. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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