David White is not only a poet I admire, he is a friend.
For several years, along with a few other friends, we accompanied him on a sort of annual pilgrimage, having good conversations about whatever particular harvest one might be experiencing in one’s life while roaming the Tuscan countryside.
His poetry speaks dearly to me about my own experiences traveling and as some of you know, I use his poetry during my own programs. As I though about our program in Amalfi and worked on our monthly newsletter, I wanted to share one of his poems with you.
It all starts with the first step — or in Amalfi’s case, taking the first plunge. Continue reading…