I'm on the last leg of my flight back to Anchorage, and it feels as though I am leaving my heart behind. I can not believe how much this experience has taught me, (and so quickly), about death, about art, about healing, community, compassion, love, grace, and about myself and the power of a single inspiration.
I am forever changed by my short time in St. Michael, and I will continue to tumble the memories of these past two weeks over in my head and heart, no longer the single grain of painful sand inside the oyster's shell, but rather like the smooth handfuls of multicolored sea glass I stuffed into my sandy pockets until they were full to overflowing.
Thank you, St. Michael, for reflecting me back to myself with such a tenderness and generosity that I hardly recognize the beautiful image before me. It is my solemn promise to you that I will hold this reflection inside my eyes such that others may see themselves in the same brilliant light.
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