
I was more than surprised when, at lunch, they served corn fritters with maple syrup. The only word for this is STOKED and I had two helpings, thinking of my grandmother Vera. Then, as Attallah Shephard of New London, Connecticut, visited to perform some spoken word with our teacher group, a few butterflies chose to flutter through our tent. Thanks, Grannie Annie.
The only trouble with our day was that it was short-lived and didn't last as long as it could have. We needed more time to process the experience, to sit by the water, to absorb the grounds, and to interact with the writers on retreat. With knowledge that we've been working overtime at Fairfield University's campus, it was a tremendous change of pace to be with Michael White, the authors who work with him, and the students in the MFA program. Feeling blessed, indeed.
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