I've been back this week at Colonyhouse,
the Oregon Writers Colony Retreat in Rockaway Beach where I go a couple of times a year.
Here Life takes a back seat and writing, center stage.
Last year, my writing partner sent some of my Colonyhouse photos to the OWC board
who decided to use one for their website.
Instead of payment, I opted for a few free writer's weeks
in exchange for the use of the photo below.
And we've been typing away this week
with a few breaks for beach and lake walks.
A couple of blocks away, I found the perfect bench for resting,
meditating on the tides and general all 'round enjoyment.
And no visit to Colonyhouse would be complete
without a trip into nearby Manzanita
(where I like to spend the afternoon writing at the
window counter of the Manzanita News and Espresso Cafe).
The storefront got a new face lift
(and mural--though I miss the bright red benches)
My mother loved Manzanita's beach and long stretch of quaintness.
I think it reminded her of Pt. Reyes in California
as it does me.
An afternoon topped off
by a gorgeous drive back to the cabin.
A few wild elk along the bay.
One last evening before rushing back home,
to its cares and worries
that have nothing to do with my characters
and everything to do with Life.