Arrived yesterday for the fourth of my five residencies here at Bennington. Vermont -- ah, the greenness, the gentle air, the books, the words, the people. My husband and children brought me and they ran with me in the field here down to 'the end of the world' and I was happy -- knew in my skin and my lungs and veins the gift I've been given.
Last night, Donald Hall reading aloud his piece about aging that I happened to have read in The New Yorker, and this coming week so many wonderful writers reading and sharing their wisdom. This term I will work with Phillip Lopate and will get to be in a workshop led by him and Sven Birkerts. Lucky me.
So many people here who feel like sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, old old friends. Home indeed! Ten days, then, again, the work!
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