I’ve just returned from a feast.
I didn’t realize how hungry I was for words and ideas until I was there, at the Festival of Faith and Writing. I walked into the Fine Arts Center on Thursday, suddenly famished as the feast was laid out. I grabbed at the food impolitely, shoveling it in as though it were my last meal.
“I can’t take another bite,” I’d think. And then I’d go to one more lecture or reading or workshop. Just. One. More.
And now I’m home again. I’m stuffed full of thoughts and ideas. As time allows, I’ll share some of these thoughts here this week.
In the meantime, I’m loving on my three boys. Well, sort of. In a stop-whacking-your-brother-and-brush-your-teeth kind of way.
It’s good to be home.