April 30, 2017
My time at Write On, Door County aligned me with my mission – both with writing, and with life. (Isn’t it funny how they’re the same sometimes?)
When my writer self is healed and whole, moving with ease through the world, often times it feels like a sign that my life has its joints greased. Make the space for writing means I’m more open for blessings in my life. That there’s room for more. For wanting more. It’s kind of like the art of allowing.
Sometimes I can feel like my life gets gummed up with plaque, and it takes something like this retreat at Write On to flush it out, help me run smooth again. Writer self. And self. And I have so much gratitude to Jerod and Jaime and the whole spirit of Write On for that.
When I was looking through an old issue of the Pulse, Pastor Kauzlanch said of Jeff Olson’s gift of the statue of St. Peter, right next door to Write On: “It’s a wonderful gift. It’s whit I think everyone is called to do – you have particular gifts, we’re all members of the same body of Christ, but we’re gifted by the Holy Spirit with different gifts. That’s one of the many gifts that Jeff has and he was willing to share it. He’s being faithful in the call to share his gifts. You can’t beat that’.”
I’m not a very religious person but I agree. You can’t beat that.