My writing workshop resumes a Pompanuck Farms this morning. I debated this summer whether I should keep teaching this workshop – it was supposed to be a four-week class and is heading into its third year. And I am up to my neck in work and all kinds of things.

But this group is too good to walk away from, and they are doing some wondrous things – books, poems, paintings and sketches. It is a writing class at the core, but more than that, I think, it is a class in creativity, well worth doing.

My class is one of the most remarkable groups of people I have ever been around and I am fortunate to work with them. They inspire me.

Every person in the class has said they want to keep going, and that is enough for me.

I’m bringing Gus and Red. We woke up to two dogs vomiting this morning – Fate and Gus – cooking rice and keeping them inside. We hope to see a movie this afternoon – Step – about some Baltimore high school women who turn to dance to life themselves up.

More later. Thanks for your support of my photography – sold a lot of photos this week – and thanks also for the donations to help me buy lift chairs for Jane and Art at the Mansion.