I was up till 12 last night writing. I was on a roll and didn’t want to stop. Then I got up early to do yoga in the loft of the barn with Didi. She’s a gentle soul that just seemed to have a calming affect on me.
I hung around in the loft after we were done and journaled for a bit until breakfast was ready downstairs. I sat with two other ladies, Liz who took me under her wing the first day I got here. She’s been very encouraging and helpful directing me toward supportive networks and books to read on how to write memoir. Then there’s Carmine who reached out to me introducing herself and always pulling me into the conversation making me feel a part of the people here. All 3 ladies are leaving today. I shall miss them, but they’ve helped to get me off to a good start as I feel more comfortable meeting the new people coming in.
Today will be my 3rd full day here, and I can’t say enough about how at home I feel. They do everything they can to make you comfortable. For instance, I’m short as some of you already know. So, my desk is too high, my chair too low. So we tried a few chairs to on for size. They were all too low. Then we tried some different tables, and they were still too high. Finally we found a chair and it was…just right…as Goldilocks said after trying out all the furniture in the three bears house. Lol
Speaking of bears there’s all kinds of story’s about bears around here. One lady heard something rubbing up against her cabin and was afraid to look out the window.
She later learned from the lady staying next to her that she did indeed see a bear walking between their cabins. Yikes! Maybe staying in the lodge isn’t such a bad thing after all.
I started to go for a walk down a path until it became too enclosed on both sides by the woods. I chickened out and turned around thinking I might look like a plump juicy treat to one of those bears.
The word is that no ones every been attacked by one yet. I think I’ll play it safe anyway and stay close to my surroundings.
I am on a retreat in the Pocono’s for writers. It’s a place that the Highlight Foundation, provides for writers to take workshops or do what I’m doing called an unworkshop. It’s an opportunity for some peace and quiet to concentrate on working on the second draft of my memoir. I’ve only been working this story just about my whole life, at least it feels that way. I need, and want to put it to rest so I can move on to other things.
I was blessed with a beautiful day for driving and the scenery was outstanding as I went up and down the mountains. I love Pennsylvania as much now as I did when I first saw it in 1965. I was 12 years old then. We’d come all the way across the states from California on a greyhound bus. It took 5 days to get to Philadelphia our final destination. Don’t get me wrong. I loved California too, and liked being a California girl. Would have loved to stay there if we could, but Pennsylvania was the place we had to go. Back east where my parent’s original came from. I don’t know maybe it was in my blood or something, but it felt like I was coming home. Anyway, that’s what I came here to write about. The part of me that got from where I was to where I am today. If it wasn’t for the child I was, and what she endured, I wouldn’t have had the full life I’ve had for the past 46 years. I owe it to her to tell our story.
I got here at 4:00pm settled in and at 5:30 went to happy hour at the barn and a fantastic meal at 6:00. I didn’t have much of a chance to take pictures but will do some of that tomorrow as I wonder around the grounds.
I’m so excited to be here!
The definition of diversity means variety or very different. Everything in the universe is different even within their own categories. For instance when you look up in the sky at night you see all kinds of stars, each is different in shape and size, but they’re still stars. Flowers are my favorite example here. There are all kinds with many different shapes, sizes, fragrance, and colors. Put a few together and what do you have? A beautiful bouquet of different flowers. How boring it would be if there was only one kind to pick from. God created our world of many different things and it is nature that teaches us that being who and what we are is enough in itself. It doesn’t fight over which one is the best it just enjoys being what it is, giving to the world what it has to give, and sharing in the wealth of its combined efforts.
Variety is the spice of life, and it is we humans who get to enjoy all of God’s creations and what they have to offer. Yet we cannot see what nature has to teach us about the diversity we have within our own humankind. How wonderful it would be to put our diversity together like flowers. I think it would make a beautiful bouquet of humankind. Don’t you!
As I’m in the yard playing in my garden I usually get so caught up in what I’m doing that I’m as happy and content as I can be. But of late my thoughts are on the things I should be doing and why I can’t seem to find the disciplines needed to do them right? As I sit on my garden bench, I pause to watch the birds, how they work so diligently to build their nest. I see troops of ants marching one behind the other toward their mission. I imagine them singing hi, ho, hi, ho it’s off to work we go! Then I look at my plants that have popped through the earth in their early stages of new life, just sitting there doing what they’re called to do without question. I whisper out loud to nature, “how do you know how to do what you do so easily?”
“Intuition,” I hear from within. “ All creation knows intuitively what to do…even you. The problem with being human is having a brain that has the ability to analyze, question and take apart that which is already made to work perfect without question. Why wouldn’t anyone want to grow like the flower with the chance to open and bloom? All you have to do is stop making things more difficult than they actually are.”