Asilomar Countdown
Two more days until I go to Asilomar. We moved inland last summer, and I realized today that I haven't seen the coast since August. It must be the longest ocean-less stretch of my life. I'm so excited for the retreat -the writing, the thinking, the learning, the comaraderie, and the ocean. There's something about looking across the horizon that reminds me that dreams are limitless. The salty air, the wind, the sea birds and occasional whale or dolphin or seal or otter fill me up. Maybe it's because I was born in San Francisco, grew up in the Bay Area, and went to college 40 minutes from Bodega Bay, but standing on the Northern California Coast takes me home to myself.
Before I was a writer I would go to Asilomar every December for the National Council of Teacher's of Mathematics, and every January for the Reading Council. Let me think...I've been going to Asilomar retreats/conferences annually since 1992. I've never had a bad time. I've been cold and wet, nervous about Mountain Lion sightings, and once had to do line dancing with a bunch of tipsy administrators from my district (awkward!!!) but I've never left an Asilomar weekend without feeling inspired and challenged.
I wish I could bring you all with me. I think Meg and Susan will be there. Anyone else?
Before I was a writer I would go to Asilomar every December for the National Council of Teacher's of Mathematics, and every January for the Reading Council. Let me think...I've been going to Asilomar retreats/conferences annually since 1992. I've never had a bad time. I've been cold and wet, nervous about Mountain Lion sightings, and once had to do line dancing with a bunch of tipsy administrators from my district (awkward!!!) but I've never left an Asilomar weekend without feeling inspired and challenged.
I wish I could bring you all with me. I think Meg and Susan will be there. Anyone else?