Life on the Edge

For twelve years the infrastructure at Windgrove has been slowly building. A week ago today, an inaugural group of participants arrived from America's Rhode Island School of Design to move the dream of Windgrove as a refuge for ecology and art into that of established reality. What transpired within the artistic souls of each of us during this intense, often emotional five day residency? Is it even possible to adequately describe what happened? Let David Whyte give a clue. Self-Portrait It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others. I want to know if you are prepared to live in the world with its harsh need to change you. If you can look back with firm eyes saying this is where I stand. I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing. I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have been told, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.