For six glorious days last week, I lived here:
Inside this cabin I wrote and read and dreamed. I worked on the bee book, thought deeply about a stalled project, played with some new ideas, gave myself time to breathe, relax, and stretch. Six days!
It was heavenly.
And, believe it or not, the cabin and the space to create were not even the best parts of the week. No, the best part of this writing retreat was the company. My cabin was surrounded by ten others, each home to another working writer. When our work was finished–or when we needed a break from it–we walked in the woods together, shared our stories, talked, laughed, even cried a little bit.
Oh, the air around those little cabins hummed with creativity and friendship (to say nothing of prop planes and weirdo insects) … and I soaked up every last drop!