Holding on to dear life . . .

I finally understand what it means to hold on for dear life - to the dearness of life. I am very groggy from the protocol I'm on  and not very able to express myself right now, but I am holding on, and hopeful, quoting Emily Dickinson a lot. As in "Hope is the thing with feathers/that perches in the soul/and sings the tune without the words/and never stops at all."
I've had some wonderful feedback on Long Road from Red Cloud from another major Cather scholar. It could lead to very good things. A great project is also underway to finally publish as much as can be gleaned of Volume II of Mildred Bennett's autobiography. If you've read my book and/or ever been to Red Cloud, Nebraska, you know who Mildred is.
Mostly sleeping, now, but back soon.