Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them in their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for a new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
This amazing little poem, bit of wisdom was left on my pillow at the Cenacle, a retreat center here in Chicago on Fullerton Ave. right next to the zoo. The retreat was anything but zooey. It was the first weekend of 2011 and I used it to get started on a novel that I'm currently finishing up revising. I also wrote a short story that I've revised a couple of times this year and finally submitted--hopefully to win a prize.
If in the area why not sign up for the SCBWI New Year's Retreat--and get your 2012 off write, right?
Contact me if you need further info.