Now Booking Haven Writing Retreats 2018 You do NOT have to be a writer to come– just a seeker who loves the written word, and trusts the power of the wilderness of our Montana Haven to inspire the wilderness of your unique mind! Come find your voice this February… For more info, and to contact …
Now Booking Haven Writing Retreats 2018
You do NOT have to be a writer to come– just a seeker who loves the written word, and trusts the power of the wilderness of our Montana Haven to inspire the wilderness of your unique mind! Come find your voice this February… For more info, and to contact the Haven team, go here! The best holiday gift I can imagine…
February 28-4 (a few spaces left)
April 18-22
May 16-20
September 19-23
September 26-30
October 24-28
In a pre-holiday purge this week, I dumped out my junk drawer. It’s the little one in the kitchen by the stove where I put things that don’t belong anywhere in particular. I only open this drawer to put things in it for later. For later. What is this mighty later? From the story the contents of this drawer told me, the later lives despite these parts and pieces of our past. And this past shrapnel just collects like lint until every single bit of what has been tumbled out of our lives becomes a throw-away…except what matters most. So why even keep a drawer like this in the first place?
I stared at that pile of random stuff and I was frozen. My son is going to college this year, and my nest is imminently empty. It felt like every single one of those items needed to go back in that drawer by the stove, or my life would somehow be…as un-storied as it will be un-peopled. If I put all of those pieces of our past into their appropriate places and got rid of the items that had no use at all, (like the god-knows-how-old lone Advil Liquid Gel), I would render the drawer empty. What would go in there now as I move into this later? This unknown next chapter of my life.
