November 5, 2019
With deep gratitude to all of you — Jerod, Lauren, Katie, the WODC board and donors — I pack up to leave.
How fitting to have been here on the seasonal cusp, turning the page from October to November, from autumn to winter, while working on my book about threshold living. One morning I watched the golden maple in the back shed its crown of leaves. The next day I awoke to see its branches and the ground below covered in snow.
I arrived not believing I could possibly meet my publisher’s imminent deadline for this manuscript. I leave with so much accomplished here, now knowing I can finish and send it off on time. This liminal space — between field and forest, lake and land, and the work unwritten and written — was just what I needed.
Thank you for clearing and tending and supporting this space in ways that are obvious and, especially, in all the ways unseen. It makes all the difference between books imagined and the ones that find their way to the printed page.
Karen Hering (St. Paul, MN)
Nonfiction writer, author of Writing to Wake the Soul