Ten minutes before the closing session I am finally able to sit still and take in the events in the Youth Pavilion. The closing session…. It’s over. For me that’s hard and painful to believe. I know that the Conference can’t last forever but passion is timeless… and as I swallow this lump in my throat and glance around the packed Pavilion, I know that the thinking processes and feeling that this experience has given to people will continue on. I have had the privileged experience to be around all of these passionate people. I am inspired. I am changed.
Even though I was supposed to start blogging at the beginning of the week, I am blogging on the last day. My apologies to everyone for this shortcoming.
The week has gone by in such a blur. I can only recall flashes of faces and words in pointed and passionate conversation. I feel that I have so much to tell, in particular a rather impacting drive with a Toronto cab driver. The vision of retrospect respects intellectual digestion and I am so excited at the thought of what will come to mind next.
