This past week... was like one long Artist's Date. Airports and snow at one end of the date... airports and sun-going-down at the other end.
New York, Pittsburgh. Beaver Falls.
A chapel with 1300(?) students, listening (and not :) to my thoughts on Ash Wednesday. An inn with a golden, long-haired dog named Roo (and me with too much black wool clothing to keep hair-free).
Doors, paths, walkways. Rooms, tables, dishes. Lamps, fireplaces, gatherings. Poems, lots of poems. And poets. More than you would think.
It will take time to trace and retrace, to understand. For now, I am simply, beautifully overwhelmed with the gifts. And excited by the unwrapping to come.
Geneva College Library Door photo, by L.L. Barkat.