We capped off the Writer's Retreat by visiting the Shambhala Mountain Center on September 9th, 2012. We hiked to the Stupa and I wrote words to the universe and folded the paper into a crane, leaving it amongst the other offerings along with my pen. I've written many words with that pen. So many, in fact, that the words on its side, "Write For Hope," have long worn off. I didn't mind retiring it as an anchor, a guardian, to my crane.
There she is, appropriately next to the feather. This particuliar crane is only meant to be seen, not found, for she belongs to the universe.
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