A friend who has been to Rivendell, Bowen Island, where I’m headed, has cautioned me not to take too much with me in the way of books and journals and other “distractions”—and for the most part I have heeded his wise counsel. But write I must; it is oxygen to me.
However, when I return, I may take a while before I share my hermitage-musings. Or not. Who knows what the 40-year-old will be like who returns to this page?!