I return to Pyramid Life Center in Paradox, NY for the Women’s Writing Retreat every July. It’s a place to rest, catch up with friends I see once a year, meet new people, make new friends, and get a lot of writing done (or little writing at all). I wrote the last of the hard stuff, the second half of my fall down the stairs. I procrastinated because I wasn’t ready to relive the disaster. The first draft is done.
Life happened and I needed to leave a day early. Up at 4:30 am, ready to go by 5 am, and then remembered that I couldn’t catch the Fort Ticonderoga Ferry until 7 am if it happened to be on the Ticonderoga, NY side of Lake Champlain. It was not. I sat on the shore, listening to gulls and waves, and took in the beauty.
I am home and already thinking of next year. I plan to be there longer to attend a poetry weekend before the Women’s Writing Retreat begins. How could I resist more time in this beautiful setting?