After a morning with our first demo (good stuff, Will), first world cafe, first stars and wishes, and after lunch I came back to a room filled with a delicious quiet. Lights off, Lori, Margaret, Joan and others enjoying the warm glow from the two o'clock sun, pens moving across the page in precise abandon, the details of narratives and poems guiding the rhythm of their pens' movement. More enter, all recognizing what is going on: the quiet gift of creation, the gift of story leaking onto the page, and the honor it deserves.
That silence, that quiet that comes creative endeavors, was something that deserved recognition and celebration, no matter how long the beautiful quiet lasted.
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Sounds delightful. Now, for those of us who can't be there to share in all the fun -- how's about blogging some of the good stuff for us? We want more!
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