I'm off to Mepkin Abbey for a writer's retreat with some old female friends (they're not old, we've just been friends for almost two decades). We'll see if praying the Psalms with the monks helps me with poetry writing. I also hope to assemble a manuscript or two. But mostly, I need quiet time for reflection. I need natural beauty and autumnal coolness and long walks. I need the Liturgy of the Hours. I'm off! I plan to be back to regular blogging in one week. (the above picture was taken at Lutheridge, a Lutheran camp in North Carolina, but it captures the spirit of Mepkin Abbey nicely, so I'm using it).
A poet, a scholar, an administrator, a wanna-be mystic--always wrestling with the temptation to run away to join an intentional community--but would it be contemplative? social justice oriented? creative? in the mountains? in the inner city?--may as well stay planted and wrestle with these tensions and contradictions here, at the edge of America.