the Wisdom of the House

"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.