this morning #1812.
this morning, with our work officially wrapped up & nothing planned until tonight’s party, i went for one last walk on my favorite trail. solo. threw a few things in a backpack & left my room just before dawn. air mixed with mist & dew. bid adieu to the birds & the squirrels. had a silent sit on the ol’ rock & thought about quite a lot. about what’s next. what this place has meant. wondered if, in the end, the work we did will make a difference in the world, mean something to someone beyond our funder. i really hope it does. beyond my control though. not sure why but, when that fact sunk in, i started to cry. don’t mind me. just my normal release of emotion. you know how it goes. sometimes things just overwhelm me.