
On our vacation to Jamaica in August at Beaches Boscobel, I tried to stay true to the craft of writing, taking the early morning just after the sun came up to journal on my steno pad. (Of course, most of the time, I just sat there and looked at the beautiful view while drinking my coffee.) Like the crippled man in the Bible who kept returning to the Pool of Bethesda each day in hopes that he would be able to get in the water when it stirred and be healed, I keep showing up with a pad hoping for something meaningful to end up on the page.
Most of the time it doesn't. But when it does, it is wonderful.