Some people call it walking meditation. Some people call it exercise. This morning, I called it five miles of peaceful, head-clearing, percolating, invigorating, purposeful exercise/expedition. I had been wanting to visit Arbor Lodge State Park, home of the Morton mansion and a shady trail. (Shady is important – it’s been 90 degrees or close it most days this week.) I wasn’t disappointed. I was greeted by a statue of Mr. Morton, the king of trees and his companion, the goddess Daphne :
This set the stage for an extremely productive afternoon, writing during the warmest part of the day in the sunny living room, feet up, air conditioning on, cold drink in hand. ( I even had strange inspiration from misreading a tweet – I think that draft has some promise.)
Dinner with my fellow residents was fun – we enjoy each other’s company, and I am glad that we have made time to spend together this second week. It’s nice that this has happened naturally instead of the “forced” social times that often accompany other residencies, conferences, and workshops.
There was a sense of finality tonight while I was finishing up a few more submissions. I’m sure that I will write tomorrow, but I will also be packing, cleaning the apartment, getting my boarding pass…all those little things you do before you prepare to depart. I am incredibly grateful for the support of the Center and the Foundation, and I hope to have good news for them in the future regarding the work I did during my time here.
For now, it’s a little more drafting before bedtime. And then just one day more.