The day to leave Fort Warden has come. After a lovely, relaxing ride with the girls through the towns and cities leaving Port Townsend, I am writing to you from inside the terminal of the Seattle-Tacoma Air Port. My brain is full of thoughts reflecting on the past week's activities and experiences and I am overfull of inspiration from, and admiration of my classmates and faculty. This morning, I was so sad to leave the beautiful scenery of the beach, the pine trees and the mountains, juxtaposed against each other in a way that suggests you are in two places at once. And though I am excited to sleep in my own bed, and experience the love of my family through hugs and kisses I can feel and reciprocate, I am apprehensive to re-enter real life. The teaching, the commuting, the performing, the assimilation...grocery shopping, getting gas, paying bills...they just don't seem to compare to the notion of sharing art in a collective experience where everyone understands and respects each other.
I plan to allow my long journey home to act as a re-entry process, like a space ship entering the earth's atmosphere, moving through the various layers of space, comets and gases until my feet touch the ground in Greensboro. Shaking the clouds from around my head, I will finally be ready to return to normalcy. I'm happy to acknowledge though, that my normalcy now includes new art projects and thoughts, a new daily practice and my friends scattered across the country to think about until the next time we meet.
Back to the grind!
~Cara
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