Stay tuned.

 Why does one take time away from work, family, and the status quo to fly across a mountain range in Colorado, straight through a rainbow, and thwack onto the tarmac where a lightening storm keeps her grounded for another hour in anticipation of whatever is to come? 

The answer, I think, has something to do with finding the restorative energy to return to all of these wonders and to see them, perhaps in a new light. 

What I took away from Aspen Words this year was not the editor or agent whose calling was to launch my career (poets, I can hear you all laughing), but the peace of mind that literature, in all of its myriad forms, can and does still matter. 

Today,  I am grateful for having shared a week with each of you. You have given me each a lifetime of wonder.

​Thank you, Aspen. And thank you, words.