My weekend was rich. Thursday started in Yadkinville, chatting with winemakers. It's energizing to be around people so passionate. The weekend ended in Lexington, VA with The Foam Henge, a replica of The Stone Henge... which was apropos considering it was a retreat for creativity. The biggest impression I have of the retreat is the people: wow. I spent my days in a pleasant awe.
I've decided to write about it in snip-its. "Communion Wine" was my first installment. It's the first poem I've written in about 9 years. I'm no poet. Hence, the brevity. Less room to make a fool of myself.
But, it's an excellent summation of the retreat. I felt free and comfortable enough to do things that I don't normally enjoy: writing poetry and singing. I was in the company of fabulous poets and singers, but I felt unashamed of my paltry offerings. I was the fat kid happy to finish the 100-yard dash oblivious to the ambition of winning. It's relaxing to be outclassed.
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