“Something looks back from the trees,/and knows me for who I am.” —
I spent five days at Wildacres in Little Switzerland, North Carolina at a writers’ retreat: The Powerful Narrative lead by Carol and Bill Henderson this past September.
My good friend, Lois Roelofs, flew in from Chicago to join me.
Without phones, clocks or television in our rooms, we wander on wooded paths accompanied by our thoughts and the music of nature.
A bell rings to alert us to go to the dining hall for meals.
Lois reads from her book: Caring Lessons.
The last night’s line-up to read. I am first.
After I’m halfway though the story, I’m surprised that my voice breaks and my eyes begin to tear.
It’s the first time I have read “Hello Beautiful” to an audience. After all these years,
this patient still gets to me.
Anything can happen on a writing retreat.