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.
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.
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.