Recovering The Satellites
So why’d you come home to this sleepless town, It’s a lifetime commitment, Recovering the satellites, All anybody really wants to know is… when you gonna come down? – Counting Crows
The symposium came to a quiet, contented and sleepy end. Everyone scattered back to their homes or to other events, some to homes just minutes away and others to far flung destinations such as Florida or Newfoundland. I passed the lighthouse on the Muskeegon breakwall one more time as the high-speed ferry jolted out into the darkness to take me home. . . .
So, I got back to Wisconsin in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, carried across the momentarily calm inland sea we call Lake Michigan. After days of sun and blue skies, winds and rain, cormorants, shipwrecks, lighthouses, sand dunes, students, teachers, music, wine, and automated weather reports, I find I’m still disconnected and out of focus. I am awkwardly working to slip back into daily life of phones, deadlines, engine noise and shopping malls with limited success.
I have galleries coming from our trip and from the West Michigan Symposium. Hopefully I will post them this week. Maybe even later today. I am also working on writing down the stories for journal reports in the coming days but for the moment I just want to thank everyone in Michigan for their warm welcome and support as I navigated my way through this first multi-day open water trip and busy symposium to follow. Thank you!!
More to come. . . .
dm.
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