Just got back from my glorious writing retreat, courtesy of the magical Chris Fraser. I'm not quite adjusted to city life yet and feeling distinctly discombobulated. But it was a great great time. .
"Gently" toasted pine nuts courtesy of the Universe and my wondrous friend Nicole Stamp. This was in preparation for a pesto sauce (made with basil from our garden) that was to be shared the first evening of our retreat.
Cottages lit from within by both ambient lighting and brilliant hearts.
Georgian Bay in one of her many moods.
The moon setting the water aflame.*
(*I wish this was my idea but it's not. I knocked it off from a poem that Sharon Fehrmann wrote over the weekend. Amazing.)
The luminous Danette Relic, whom I count myself as lucky to have met at last year's retreat. We instantly connected and who could've predicted how entwined our journeys would be for the year coming. There aren't many people that I can sit in a car with for 3 hours, then have dinner with and then spend the evening walking and exploring our neighbourhood together, while talking the entire time. But this lady, she's special.
So that was my weekend. How was yours?