The first thing I noticed was the perfect breeze.

Just beyond the row of tents, the waters of Long Island Sound shimmered beneath the summer sky. Silk scarves swayed gently in the wind, their colors danced alongside banners, jewelry displays, handmade candles, and countless expressions of creativity. Vendors lined the grounds of Glen Island, NY each bringing something uniquely their own—from handcrafted treasures to stories bound between the pages of books.

It was more than a marketplace; it was a celebration of artistry, entrepreneurship, and community. From wearable art crafted in silk to the pages of The Girl God Imagined, the day offered countless opportunities to connect, share, and celebrate the spirit of Juneteenth.

I spent the afternoon meeting new faces, reconnecting with familiar ones, and watching as people paused to admire the work of local makers. All the while, the Sound provided a beautiful backdrop—a reminder that some of life’s best moments arrive on the gentlest of breezes. 

Yet, the most significant moment of the day arrived quietly.

A park employee stepped into my tent. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about her presence at first glance, yet the conversation that followed would stay with me long after the festival ended.

She began by complimenting my work—the scarves, the artwork, the book—and then the gentle reminder that my gifts come from God. That the work of my hands is not merely what I do—it is part of my purpose and calling. As I stood there listening, her words not loud or performative settled gently into my spirit. They came and left in almost as a whisper.

Long after the tents were folded and the crowds dispersed, it was that quiet exchange that remained with me. A gentle reminder that what I create is not mine alone, but a gift first placed in my hands by God.

Thank you TLCP Park Employee…