03/04/2025
Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.
― Albert Schweitzer
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
― Rumi
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
― Kahlil Gibran
Joy is the justice we must give ourselves. J. Drew Lanham
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
― Mary Oliver
Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.
― Anne Lamott
Bird by Bird
Healing is impossible in loneliness; it is the opposite of loneliness. Conviviality is healing. To be healed we must come with all the other creatures to the feast of Creation.
― Wendell Berry
(pg.99, "The Body and the Earth")
The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
Piglet noticed that even though he had a very small heart, it could hold a rather large amount of gratitude.
―AA Milne
The House at Pooh Corner
I turned to the words of others to reflect upon the festival--the fortifying keynote, community, the light that gathered, the light that dispersed, and on-- as I am still levitating on the goodness of this experience and processing.
There are so many people to thank (and I eventually will one-by-one by personal missives) but for now I want to honor CMarie Fuhrman's time and offerings at the festival. We were so fortunate to experience and learn from her keynote, The Song of Eagles in Six Acts, and the afternoon workshop, Elemental Landscapes: Writing With the Language of Snow. Her presence, wisdom, and words were a gift that we will carry in our flesh and bones and they will resonate through our days and our community. We cannot thank you enough for this gift, CMarie. We are grateful.