Walking in autumn golden morning light, the woods are wet, but it’s not raining yet. Under a cloud thick ceiling of sky, I’m appreciating the muggy warmth despite the lack of sun. I love my work. I love my time today, spent helping women shape, craft, write and publish their stories, their voices – my whole writing day taken up with the beauty of this process, with Jane, and Megan and Alycia, writing from their authentic selves, writing in the service of inspiring other women, claiming their own wisdom. My chest feels flooded with the golden light of these leaves, there’s a forest of gold in my chest from this work. Outside my window, from a far away storm, the rain pours in sheets, the river rises.