(I’m typing in my notes from John C. Campbell Folk School. While I was there, I didn’t have use of a computer. What bliss.)
Trip here wasn’t as bad as expected. The part I dreaded was actually the best part. I put on k.d. lang Torch and Twang and belted out songs to calm my nerves through the rainy Nantahala Gorge. Leaving home was the hardest – had to go around the block and check the coffee maker and then go back to check that I locked the doors.
Bob told me yesterday that Nell from our church was coming here to take banjo, but didn’t know when. Well, I got to my room and her name was listed on the door. I might know 3-4 people at my church by name. She is one because I felt a real connection with her during one of the two “circles of wholeness” I participated in, and because I think she is thoughtful and cool. So this is an excellent development.