I came home a little bit early because, I'm embarrassed to admit, I started to miss my pup and husband. I accomplished more in the past 3 days than I have in the last 3 months. I got excited and couldn't sit still any longer--so I drove through a foggy, deer-infested night just so that I could get home before the alarm clock went off. It was a wonderful homecoming. And it was a productive retreat. Not only productive, but refreshing as well. Right now, I feel an incredible sense of balance.
And so I have stolen myself away to write one last essay in order to cap this retreat off with a nice rounded number. Music is in my ears, art is on the walls, a large cup of coffee is in front of me. I want to tell you about the blackness of the northern sky; I want to tell you about a lot of things.
But right now...I am committed to staying focused on this one last essay of the day. This writing retreat ain't over yet.