On my last day, I felt honored to add my name to the long list of creators and thought leaders who have passed through Mesa Refuge.
I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
Mesa Refuge is a sacred writing space. It’s a place of drift, of telling details, on the edge of consciousness and civilization, where my true inner self can emerge.
In the midst of seismic change, the time and space to think expansively is a true gift.