I’m caught off guard by all that Easton’s Nook is–a haven, a studio, a garden, a sanctuary. I never expected some writing space in New Jersey to be so restorative, so comforting, so just-what-I-needed. Easton’s Nook is the place I go to when my work has been gestating too long and I know I need to face labor and delivery–but can’t bear to face it alone. It’s where I go when I’m yearning to write in solidarity, when my writer-self is depleted and in need of nourishment. Easton’s Nook seems to have a life force of its own that it breathes into all who inhabit it, no matter the duration of their stay–generously offering inspiration, affirmation, grounding, healing, courage. I’m ever-grateful for this special place, this caring birthing place of sorts, this powerful place of reflection, connection, labor, renewal. Easton’s Nook is truly a magical place that embraces you and fills you (back) up with just what you need to rise and shine and get it done.