Time and the River
From my writing studio, I can see the Gihon River. Last night’s thunderstorm and subsequent rain swelled the river, its rushing reminding me of what I’ve left behind. Here the pace of the day is defined by words and art. I get to my studio in the morning and stay here most of the day. Outside my window, the ducks fish and lush trees green the landscape. Evenings are for reading, talking to writers and artists, going to art talks or readings. I have been here over two weeks. The rhythm of the days now feels soothing to me. Having so many hours of quiet has allowed me to hear the voices of my characters, observe the nuance of summer flowers, and just think. What a civilized way to live. I know I will soon return to myriad responsibilities. I will now do it with a better sense of balance and the knowledge of what I can accomplish with time, a beautiful space, and fellow artists who believe, as I do, that this is the important and necessary work
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Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 