Over the weekend, on the heels of the SHOT Show in Las Vegas, I participated in a small, 20-person writers’ retreat, and I was reminded at how inspirational it is simply to be in the presence of other writers. No fans, no industry people, just other authors who are doing their best to carve a living out of a crazy business.
I’ve been doing this a long time, yet there’s always another tidbit or two to be learned from others, even if it’s a different squint on a common problem.
Fired up with creativity, Joy and I joined with another couple and headed off for a week in the Great Southwest. Our final destination was Santa Fe, New Mexico, but our first stopping point was Monument Valley, Arizona. We stayed at The View Hotel on the Navajo Reservation, and Mother Nature presented us with the very best she had to offer.
I don’t remember the last time I had an unobstructed view of a moonless, entirely dark night sky. The sight of billions of stars, stretching from horizon to horizon brought tears to my eyes. It centered me.
And when I awoke the next morning, I was greeted with a sight that turned out to be photo-friendly. The sun rose slowly against the big sky, and every few minutes the light changed again. After a couple of snapshots, I realized I was squandering my gift from God. Moments like that are meant to be experienced. They are meant to be savored. It sounds corny, but something changed in me.
I’m better because of the experience.
What fleeting moments in your life have had a profound impact on you?
Fair warning: I’ll be savoring Santa Fe when this is published, so I won’t be participating much in the responses.