I’m still exhausted and delirious from the inspiration and nourishment I found last weekend in the company of some talented artists.
I would write about it, but I’m back into the white-water of busy-ness, so that will have to wait.
Until then, I’m grateful that my new friend David Taylor has found the time to write so eloquently about the blessings of that time with new friends and well-crafted art.
And by the way, David Taylor’s essay A Holy Longing, which was recently published in CT, is fantastic. Read the whole brilliant thing.