The days have their own rhythm and it seems we've all lived here together forever. The first night as Pippa, Kim, and Kathryn came off of the local bus and crossed the cow path, their monster suitcases trailing behind them, a rainbow appeared in the sky above their heads. That was the first omen that this workshop would work well. And so far it has. We're reading poems to each other, writing poems, and pushing ourselves in new ways. And yes, there is also an enormous amount of laughter. I feel blessed.