I'm here, I'm here. I'm in a place where time stands still and Internet access is spotty at best. I should have thought to warn you, but I always forget how much the sway of the land takes over and how easy it is to forget about the online world when it's difficult to connect.
My world since last Thursday has been equal parts meditation, lakeside lounging, old and new friends, family, and all the ordinary magic that entails.
Just before coming to meditation camp, I stopped in at a Literary Festival in Woodstock, VT. I'll be posting about that soon, but here's a teaser.
Tonight I picked up a copy of Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie and Folklore in the Literature of Childhood by Jane Yolen.
Your word this week from that book is: