We escaped the international debates about taking military action or disarming Syria’s chemical weapons. We also withdrew from the day-to-day pressing “to-do’s” of work-related calls, making dinner and the pressing family decisions of the day.
It was only for two days, but it was a retreat nonetheless.
On a chilly evening last Friday, we lodged our spent bodies around the fire pit on the round wooden deck, above the hill from the pond. The constant humming of crickets harmonized with the stories and laughter of women. After a morning of writing and collaborating on what makes good writing, goal-setting and writing leads, we shared a little more of ourselves.