I wrote at the edge of the restored wetlands of Tomales Bay. Like grief, the terrain was in constant flux.
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.
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.
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.