I had to keep pinching myself when I was at at Milkwood in the Catskills. It felt like a dream. To be in the presence of Sophie Blackall whose vision has come to life in every corner…pure magic. Wildflowers were picked and drawn, poems spun as seeds were planted, brushstrokes flowed and horses emerged, things to let go of thrown in the fire…wishes sent off into the night. Treasures in the mailbox at the end of the lane and little boxes with notes that read Do Not Open. The friendships and seeds of inspiration will live on. I am so grateful to Sophie and Ed and the wonderful staff at Milkwood…their generosity and warmth and attention to detail was off the charts. The challenge now is to hold onto wonder.
