Elizabeth Duvivier

Dear Life, You know I love you, right?  Like seriously, big time. Oh sure– there were those days (fine, years, whatever) when I really questioned our relationship. No more, my friend. That is history. Sure you are mercurial, full of piss and vinegar one moment and sweet as buttercream the next– but I am all in with unconditional love for all of it.  Which means, I take you exactly as you are.  And let’s be clear– the more I wake up to your magic the … View Post

photo credit:  TARA MORRIS Here in New England, change is in the air. One minute it is so hot you are stripping down to a thin t-shirt, the next you are sneezing and pulling on socks. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Then again, some things never change and, for me, one of them is the depth of beauty that occurs when we gather at the edge of Squam Lake. Our last retreat just ended on Sunday and I must say it brought together the very best elements … View Post

“Art generates its own energy and warmth different from the heat produced by physical work something I cannot explain.”  Andy Goldsworthy, TIME photo credit:  MARY-HEATHER COGGER Some things feel so arbitrary.  Summer, for instance.  Today is glorious, soft, fragile, redolent, sunny and warm with a sweet breeze flirting at the curtains. And so, for me, this is absolutely the first day of summer, for sure– yet, the Farmer’s Almanac would have me believe otherwise.  Whatever.  Sort of like how they decide what constitutes Belgium or Austria– … View Post

photo credit: Gudrun Johnston  “That moment of recognizing a kindred spirit is a profound one indeed. . . a deep knowing that this was only the end of the beginning. SQUAM ISN’T JUST A BEAUTIFUL LAKE, NOR IS IT MERELY AN EVENT OR A GATHERING. IT IS A FEELING AND A SPIRIT THAT WE ALL BRING WITH US TO THAT MAGIC PLACE, AND WE TAKE IT BACK WITH US TO ILLUMINATE OUR LIVES UNTIL IT IS TIME AGAIN TO GATHER ON THOSE NEW HAMPSHIRE SHORES.” – OLIVIA WHITE Once … View Post

Seven years ago, I snapped the photo above and sent it out to a few people with my fingers crossed. I was inviting them into the wild woods of New Hampshire for an alternative arts retreat. It was my best effort to explain what the idea in my head looked like. When you are inviting people to join you on something you’ve never done something before, you are depending on their imagination and sense of adventure. But still, I didn’t have high hopes– it’s one … View Post