...I had! I spent 10 beautiful July days in the poetry colloquium at the Sage Hill Writing Experience. Yes, I indicated in the comments to a previous post that I wasn't applying, but I eventually caved in to peer pressure. At my age caving in means deep down I really wanted to go. And I did. It was a thrill to work with Daphne Marlatt. I first encountered her work in an English course way back when and have since added many of her books to my collection. And now I have a copy of my manuscript sitting before me, her thoughts penciled in. Possibilities. Paths. The odd ledge.
The odd opening.
The photo above is not from Sage Hill. It's the Sandcastles near Beechy, Saskatchewan. We were there in July. Didn't see any snakes. Not then.