|The view from the Dr. Marjorie Atwood Studio. The Red Mill in the background is where all the residents have their meals.|
This morning I had to pull myself from the blankets of my twin bed. I slept like a rock. I am staying in Kowalsky House, one house and over the river away from the Maverick Writing Studios. I had breakfast with a sculptor from Zimbabwe and we spoke of our journeys to Vermont. His name is Stanley and he has been at VSC for one month, plans to stay another month. I asked him if he plans on working today after brunch. Stanley said he now takes weekends off after a frenzied first month of work, work, work.
I feel I don't I have this luxury. I already feel my two weeks slipping by, yet there is a sort of rhythm I feel I must find. No time to find, I think. Just work.
So I head to my studio I set up last night in my exhaustion with a mug of hot tea and the most amazing view of the Gihon River from my window. Only in this morning light am I able to truly appreciate this view. My god.
I think the view from my window has forced me to listen a bit for that rhythm. I think I will settle in with a few of my favorite books and read from each, summoning the ghosts that will help me write today.