When I look up from my breakfast or my lunch or my dinner, what I see is faces brimming with life -- bodies turned towards one another, engaged in the give and take of a shared passion, intellectual stimulation -- real human connections zinging around the whole room. And I realize I am part of that. So many wonderful people here -- fellow sympathizers and practitioners of the artfully weird! We are all sad to leave this behind, but how lucky to know we can return again in the summer and start all over.
I heard my daughter's voice in the background on the phone to my husband tonight, and my heart sang me its great aria. Tomorrow, I will hold them in my arms and feel their warm bodies, and see their shining beings. And the real journey will begin.
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