My work is so often invisible to me. What was I expecting to see?
March 7, 2014 · 3:20 am
At some point we had all walked the Trail,
over many years, decades.
Some only once, others many times.
A community of people grows out of this walk,
time and place.
If not on the Trail, somehow,
we find each other.
A convergence of trails,
a convergence of stories.
Connecting, meeting, resonating.
March 6, 2014 · 2:59 am