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.
Being in such a spacious and picturesque environment gave me the quiet and psychic space to reflect, recharge, and allow ideas to find me—ideas that later rooted themselves in the work.
I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
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.