A Season of Making: Summer Creativity and Connection in the Yukon

A Season of Making: Summer Creativity and Connection in the Yukon

This summer feels different.
Not because everything is easy or perfect. But because I’m in it — living, making, showing up.

The days are long, filled with golden light. The forest hums with life. My cabin is warm, the windows thrown open to let in the breeze. And I find myself making — not to heal, not to process, not to fix — but simply because I want to.

This season is about creating for the joy of it.
For the feel of silver beneath my fingers, cool and steady.
For the thrill of sketching a new idea, just to see where it leads.
For the quiet satisfaction of watching a piece come together — imperfect and honest.

Last week, I stood at my first market table of the summer. The sun was kind. The air smelled of grass and woodsmoke. People stopped, asked, listened. They chose pieces that spoke to them — and in doing so, reminded me why I love what I do.

Art isn’t just about what I create at my bench or on paper.
It’s in these exchanges.
The smiles. The conversations. The shared love of something small and handmade.

This is a season of making, of offering, of connection.
Not because I’m trying to arrive anywhere.
But because making is its own kind of home.

So here I am — in the middle of summer, in the middle of my work, in the middle of my life — choosing joy, choosing presence, choosing to create what feels true.

And it feels good.

With love,
Sophie