Fellowship, love, peace

Not much time to post today. Yesterday I met machineplay for a writing session, and realized it has been 10 years since I met her and themage. They have a daughter Brenna's age. We talked writing. We wrote. We talked some more. We nearly started doing this years ago, but life prevented it. We've both been through a lot, and perhaps come out stronger and richer for it. I've been needing regular time with another local writer, and I'm ready now. I can talk to her about the process of writing Pilgrim's Cross in ways I choose not to express in the performance mode of LJ. We plan to meet on Mondays.

ubermunkey brought this bell to the cottage when he visited in May. I set it down, planning to find a place to hang it. My parents found it and liked it, so they bought the wrought-iron hook and hung it beside the cottage door. Now whenever I enter there, I am reminded of love.

Also, there is the serenity of Lake Fletcher on a September morning, a source of healing and joy that sinks into my bones and stays there wherever I go.