Writing at the Retreat

Tapping of computer keys

Smells of burning cedar and pine

Sunlight cuts sharp lines across bent blue jeans

Gray socked toes wiggle

Faces hidden behind journals

Fingers dance

Pens glide

Translating thoughts into solid evidence.

Unrelated sisters sharing glimpses of their lives

Fragile, resilient, exquisite, heartbreaking

Each possessing unique talents

            Touching the lives of many

Belonging, appreciation, sympathy, serenity

Wash through my body

I am so blessed to be here

At this place and time.

Right now.