This morning I am nearly speechless with exhaustion, so forgive me for being so sparing with my words.
I will say that I think this week at the Frost Place may have been the best I have ever experienced. There was a sense that all of us, all of us--faculty and participants, books and air, ground and silence, mountain and cloud--were hearing the same ghost language. For now, I cannot explain the moment any more clearly.
Afaa Weaver. Kerrin McCadden. Rich Villar. Teresa Carson. And all of those glowing faces in the barn.
What I feel is an enormous humility. What I feel is: I will learn how.