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