I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
In the midst of seismic change, the time and space to think expansively is a true gift.


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.

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.
