Dear All,
It didn't seem appropriate to wedge into the Saturday evening toasts a specific thanks to our weeklong group, but I do want to tell you all what a pleasure it was to spend the week with you. I was so miserably ill on the first Saturday that I actually doubted my recovery. But a single day in the Barn, together with all your ministrations and cares (e.g. Bruce's assurance, Craig's handshake, Stan's oregano pills, and Jane's scotch) took me to near 100% by Monday a.m. By Tuesday, the human rhinovirus was no more formidable an enemy than an ungilded fly incapable of lechery.
And the rest of the week was perhaps the most inspiring experience of the century for me. A fantastic delight to revisit the site and find the magic and joy there as infectious as ever, from that ten-year-old Puck to ... well, to however old the rest of us are (it didn't seem really to matter). Thanks and love to you all, and the next time someone shoves a pie into your face, may you smile and and enjoy it.
Matt