The Frye Institute sent me into a deep, deep mull. That’s an excellent thing though hard to manage in some respects. The preceding post came from my center and I’m reluctant to move it from the top of the blog. At the same time, it needs to take its place in the timestream if the words and the parting command and the comments from people I grew to love are to be realized. So there’s another message in a bottle, tossed from the riverbank, sent to the sea.

I hear that the sea refuses no river.

Thank you, friends at Frye. Thank you, friends at UMW. Thank you, friends from other cities and nations. Especially, thank you my family, for supporting me all this time, and for the gift of those astounding two weeks, and the gift of all the weeks and months and years ahead.

I’m back.