I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
After a week of peace and quiet, I feel more human. The beauty of the land, the warm atmosphere, the brilliance of our fellow activists in residence, and the grace of our hosts helped us heal and create.
In the midst of seismic change, the time and space to think expansively is a true gift.
We were told we would get more writing done than we anticipated. I didn’t believe it…and then there I was, two days before the end of my residency, with a full first draft of my book.