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.
The word “refuge” has never been better suited to a place or experience. Imagine scribbling in your notepad, overlooking Tomales Bay with a cup of just-brewed coffee and a freshly picked apple from the garden at your side.
In the midst of seismic change, the time and space to think expansively is a true gift.
I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.