Not one, but two long walks today - well, the early one was more like a swim in a drenching downpour. The weeping willow over Cedar Creek stood still, enduring its foggy soaking. I didn't know the skies would clear later, that the blue would explode over the sky, that the rain clouds would dissipate, that the sun would beam on the flowers in the garden on the trail around Cedar Creek.
This was my first morning waking and walking in Allentown, PA, from my dorm room at Muhlenberg College, where I will live for this entire week. For the fifth summer in a row, I'm teaching at the 40th Annual International Women's Writing Guild Summer Conference.
My anxiety about transition has lifted. I am fully here, fully present, awake, aware, enlivened and nourished by the beauty of nature around me, yes, but also, the exquisite satisfaction of being with over a hundred women writers who are here to grow as artists and human beings.