"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."- T.S.Eliot
despite my trepidation, i spent the weekend with a truly lovely group of writers - women, who seemed, for the most part, to be just at the beginning of their deep descent into the fires of their creative souls. it was a uniformly good experience, for me, anyways. i felt heard, and listened to, in ways i have not sought for a very long time. i felt welcomed, and understood - even loved.
and what i discovered there was joy. that the real reason i write, the real reason i create, the real motivation that wells and springs eternal from the very depths of my soul, is joy.
and how ironic it is that the words of a poet i don't really like so perfectly expresses far better than i ever will what i discovered at Wisdom House, this weekend.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.