We arrived back in New York on Thursday evening, almost a week ago today. I can feel my body gradually begin to vibrate with the tempo of the environs here in Manhattan - and I miss the almost unbounded quality of the embodied experience of the woods and lake. It's been difficult getting back into the hard hitting swing of things. Yet slowly (but surely) I am beginning to feel the enthusiasm for the term hiding behind the sadness of losing my weeks of freedom. The best news is I feel an intellectual vigor beginning to sprout. Just in time for the big project!The memories of home are pretty strong the past couple days. This morning I look back at the setting summer in the hopes of still catching a glimpse of it this weekend. Thankfully those 1880s socialist union organizers decided Labor Day was a good idea for the nation -- and we'll be back on Monday to celebrate the founding of this holiday in its home town of NYC.
We hope that all the wonderful people we saw along the way and the warm embraces we recieved from family and friends will sustain us as we move forward. At least that is my hope.
