(M)ake a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt.
~ Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
Back in January, I began the One Page a Day Challenge and immediately threw away my quill. Now in April, I’m participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge and prepping for a Wilderness Writers’ Retreat. I need ink, a stiff drink and therapy.
old is not a word that my friends would use to describe me.
Extroverted and fun loving, yes. Eager to set people at ease and welcoming, true. Sometimes a little melancholic. Definitely.
But to boldly go where. . . stronger men and women have hiked, climbed, fought, and sadly for some, perished?
Who are you and what have done with the Mikaela I knew!?
Bored No More
It is no secret that I am a lover of comfort. In the past, my idea of roughing it was staying at a Red Roof Inn. In the middle of nowhere. In New Jersey.
Long, hot showers are a necessary luxury, and me and my guests always sleep on 600 thread count sheets, surrounded by a bevy of pillows.
So I am the last person most people would connect with a writers’ retreat on a remote island. With a communal shower. Heated with a woodstove. And an out house. With no heater. Surrounded by a bevy of bears.
At least I won’t be bored.
B is for Bold
Whenever the Muse plays truant, I’ve generally found her hiding in the orchard, peeking at me from behind a majestic maple, or flying with a flock of Canada geese. Standing at the foot of a mountain range, words pour over me, through me, in me, filling me ~ churning like raging whitewater or a sheer drop waterfall.
Writers block doesn’t stand a chance when I’m surrounded by nature. Because I love her more than my own comfort. I love her wildness. Her grand and extravagant beauty.
And nowhere is her beauty more bold and alluring then in Alaska. A magical place I have only visited once, but which has captured my heart and my imagination for eternity.
So when I discovered the Harvester Island Wilderness Workshop on Kodiak Island, I knew that no matter what it took, in six months, that’s where I needed to be. Seven days on an island that hosts grizzly bears weighing over 700 pounds.
Where our meals will be fresh caught halibut, and maybe a hare or two.
Where, I remind you, there is no indoor plumbing. And not a Red Roof Inn in sight. Thank God.
That would be rough.
Oremus pro invicem,
Are you bold? What bold dreams do you have? What are you doing to reach them?