Laura, isn't it something? And now it is talisman, reference point, the tangible to say, yes, I was compelled even then. I am fascinated by how the idea of poetry morphs: viscerally, spiritually, even in nostalgia, which, it seems, I am often tempted to resist. PS Mine is deep blue, most likely an office cast off, and incredibly, is stamped with "Policies and Procedures."

I think that impulse to resist must be part of the process. But, what happens on the letting go? A certain fear, a surrender, and then, an acceptance, a peace, a call unlike before. Indeed, follow the vein, whenever and however you can. Hopefully always. What a magic that night. I remember even the energy in the air was different; the conversation its own kismet. I am ever grateful. Thank you for your observations, your words here! Julie E. Bloemeke