Today has been a blessedly rainy day. Living in the Pacific Northwest, I expect rainy days, but this has been an unusually dry year. Today, I’ve been sitting here with my computer in my lap listening to the rain fall gently–and sometimes not so gently–outside my window.
The sound of rain leads to thoughts of the rainforest, which lead to memories of wonderful writing retreats on the shores of Lake Quinault in Washington’s Olympic National Forest. Lots of good words were written during those retreats… and lots of life-long friendships were forged.
It’s wonderful when you can find that perfect balance: nature and solitude to soothe your introverted soul and gregarious camaraderie to feed the extrovert who is also part of your being. I’m lucky to have been part of those retreats!
