Whew. September has been rich, rich, rich.

A writing residency in a sweet little mountain cabin overflowing with books. Paying homage to a Civil Rights Legend (Lillian Smith) and holding her address box with its entries for MLK and Carson McCullers. Be still my heart. The best banana pudding in the South. Be still my stomach.

Moss-carpeted paths. A stay on the grounds of Georgia’s first Catholic settlers (1790). Their cemetery, almost all Irish (by way of Baltimore) with the exception of a Scot tucked away at the back, as it should be. Stone walls built by those Irish who came to Georgia for religious freedom and good farming land. An altar amid the ruins where a Mass has been held every All Souls’ Day since 1980-something. The beautiful old church in tiny Sharon, GA. And finally, a gathering with spiritual she-warriors in order to collect their 6-word memoirs and run my mouth.