After my momentous time in Poland, I recently had a sad experience.
I accumulated many, many wonderful books while away, and had to ship them home.
When the long-awaited box arrived, it contained someone else's things, with no name attached.
My precious books, including my big research notebook/ journal from my first six-months of discovery (I know, I know), were left floating somewhere out there, completely untraceable.
As a gesture of letting go, and to honor what has not been lost, I have been inspired to publish excerpts from some journal entries I wrote on my computer.
I am grateful for this partial record of my internal life during a rare and special time and wish to share with whoever is curious: here