While my farm sleeps (it’s more like napping) I can reconnect with my writing practice. Since then, we have been seeking the truth of our lives through writing, wilderness and our vocations. For almost a decade, our annual retreat has been a ritual to renew our friendship and our practice as writers. The living room had a giant circular window where we sat transfixed as if at the entrance to a portal. We have burned up the old habits that no longer serve us and are packing lightly for the journey to the other side.

Source: Daily Sun January 28, 2021 12:00 UTC