When You See Me, I Exist. When You See All Of Me, All Of Me Exists.

Lit Salon on the beauty and wisdom of turning our writing inside out.

I can’t say a single word until I tell you how overjoyed I am to see the explosion of creativity in our Week One Strange Containers post on the hermit crab!!! You all have posted almost 650 comments on that single post and I am overjoyed and cannot wait to catch up, which I shall do in the next days.

I have, since early last Thursday morning, been in the wilderness (Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness to be exact) with four grandchildren ages 6, 5, 4, and 3.

The first two of the four days were rainy and chilly, meaning we spent our fair share of hours inside our one-room historic log cabin (for sleeping, we have more space in our bunkhouse and platform tent, but all indoor convening must otherwise take place in the main log cabin).

Ultimately, the entire four-day stretch was an out of body experience. I am permanently altered by it. The profound exhaustion and sense of complete removal from reality (what is email? how do I even do this?) I trust to be temporary, but some effects I su…