For every hour I'm pushing myself through writing this last essay, my inner dialogue sounds more and more like a cheesy cheerleader. Now, the cheerleader isn't even using words. It's just this image:
No matter where I am living in the world, I always return to Lake Michigan. There's a house in the dunes where I like to hang a hammock and sleep. But I'm not there right now.
I'm in Pittsburgh, figuring out life as a writer, a writing instructor, an imperfectly whole yogini, an amateur theologian, a nontraditional wife, a cat-owner, and a new homeowner.
Lake Michigan is now a refuge and spiritual haven. Hence: pilgrim. Although - God hangs out by the Allegheny River too.
2 comments:
You can do it!!! You are a writer :)
-Melissa (from the Open Door)
I like your blog! You are such a treasure, Renee.
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