Dear Donny and team,

I'm sitting here by the wood stove, feeling cozy in my SYMI hoody. I'm also feeling continued gratefulness for the October retreat and "rest." There is no other word for 2020 than horrific. Thank you for helping to make it tolerable. While I know there is no dollar value appropriate to cover all I have received, please accept this year end gift as a token of appreciation. Best wishes for growth in 2021. 

~Diane O.

P.S. Enclosed is a poem I wrote. 

Hope - a fly fishing pantoum

Written by: Diane O., NRP

8-18-2020

Venn diagram of grief, ripples in still water

Where circles cross paths we feel the same

No matter who we are, we grieve, we mourn, we sob, we drown

But a precious few can cast their way out

Where circles cross paths we feel the same

Arc of fly line whipping the air, tippet settling on river rapids

When a precious few can cast their way out

Delicate morsels of feather and barb tempt redemption

Arc of fly line whipping the air, tippet settling on river rapids

Are we casting grief aside or reeling it in?

Delicate morsels of feather and barb tempt redemption

The essence of fishing is hope not fish

Are we casting grief aside or reeling it in?

No matter who we are, we grieve, we mourn, we sob, we drown

The essence of fishing is hope not fish

Venn diagram of grief, ripples in still water

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