Sitting here listening to this song by the great George Harrison to supply the mood for my final mind purge to all you wonderful people, getting sentimental, feeling the end. Please listen with me if you feel so inclined:
It's been a rough semester, to say the least. Too slow and too fast and too emotional or not emotional enough or too telling of what the psyche is and is not prepared for. Grand ideas get whittled down into toothpicks to fit between the teeth of dreams, imagination. You lay out a map and see the whole terrain in front of you, look back again and see you've traveled an inch. But maybe that's where the old saying "give an inch, take a mile" should apply.. We've inched into our stories and now we can steal the rest of that road, see it stretched out all pretty before us, smooth and hot as the 505 in August.
What I mean to say is: we've done amazing work. You've done amazing work. I've never been in a workshop with so many talented people, and I'm not just saying that. I felt it the first day when we all read our scars that no one sees quick writes and everyone was bursting at the seams with stories to tell, memories to unfold, words to sing onto the page. It was lovely. And here we are at the end and I just keep rambling on because I don't know how to saw goodbye.
I'll let Georgey say it for me...
Thank you all for everything. Let's keep in touch.
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