Home in my own bed. Home on my own couch.
It's been a beautiful, intense week, in so many ways . . . dear voices, ardent skies, tales of trees and translation, but also hands to grip as we ventured into foul alleys and pools of lead.
I feel, as I always feel after a week at the Frost Place, both wrung dry and filled to flood.
How did I get so lucky?
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What an amazing week! I was so eager to go home, yet so intensely sad to leave Frost.
Well Done!!!
Such dear friends, such good hard work, such delicious food, such love, with so much laughter and tears.
We have each other to fill us and keep us alive.
Thank you
And my skittery kittery Kardia was curled up on my bed waiting
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