I'm scrambled.
Want to tell you all about Iowa. Want to tell you about the eleven other students in Hope Edelman's memoir writing class, each one unique and amazing with a story to tell!
Want to tell you all about the Summer Writing Festival in Iowa City and how wonderful and intimidating it is to be with "real" writers for a week.
Want to tell you all about Mary and how she's led me from Portland almost back to Portland (in my last airport now). How every time my faith wavered, she sent me a sign. A clock that read 11:11 as I passed the 111 more miles to go sign to Chicago. The truck that I followed when I thought I was lost that said, "Cleaners for the Lord." How I was listening to Meg Hutchinson and as I crossed the Mississippi River in my rented yellow economy car, she blared out, "America." How the clerk at the hotel that greeted my weary body at the end of a very long day was named Mary. That kind of thing.
Want to tell you all about time with my cousins, their children, cousins that aren't cousins but are.
Want to tell you about what's on my STM Miss List and how excited I am to get home to him and the kids tonight.
Want to tell you how much I missed Flicka. My friends. My house. My neighborhood. My life.
Want to tell you how grateful I am for the opportunity to travel.
And to come home.
But for now my brain is ENJXQE. The word I made up in Banagrams to end my turn and move on.
As we all must do.
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That last line is priceless.
Love to you. Much. Much. Love.
I can't wait to hear more about it. And your relationship to Mary -- I need Mary and wonder how I might access her.
I think you told it all quite well.
As you process more , it will reveal itself in your writing, your life, your love.
enjoy your homecoming.
Sounds like a very full experience. Can't wait to hear more about it, after you get some rest!
And it is your turn....
Love you
Suzy
Been missing you, my friend. So pleased you're almost home and I'm sure everyone has missed you so much there. I can only hope that they will give you some space to re-enter and that you find at home exactly what you need.
Love.
What an amazing journey this surely must have been for you. And I love the concept of moving on. I so need to work on that now.
P.S. Two years ago when my sister and I climbed Mt. Shasta, we reached the summit at exactly 11:11 AM.
I love love love love your blog. It is a window, a viewpoint and oh so beautifully written.
LUV,
Cindy
Sounds like a wonderful jouney. Glad you had safe travlels.
Welcome home, dear friend. Want to tell you what a gift it was to be with you on part of this journey. Want to tell you how proud I am of you. Want to tell you you may be scrambled, but it's in that vulnerability where the light shines brightest. Love.
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