Walking along the ruins of Tulum, I felt the sun like a blanket wrapped around me. A blanket I could not discard. Wanting to crawl into one of the gray, dilapidated Mayan structures and curl up in a shaded corner, maybe just melt into the sand. I heard the tour guide speaking about the sea and how the people could see the boats, but their city was disguised by the embankment lined with palm trees. She said once we got there we could go down to the beach and take a dip. The beach looked to be a million miles away. All this was running through my aching head. Hearing a sudden shout from Ursula, “We’re going back.” Ursula shoved a water bottle into my hands. “Drink,” her anxious voice demanded. I took the bottle and poured it over my head. It evaporated immediately, but I enjoyed a second of pure joy. My legs were getting wobbly as Ursula pulled me along. She stopped under a lone palm only to pull my bottled water out of my purse and when I got it I did the same thing. I was dry in minute
The Scribe's Sanctuary is a writer's group that meets the 2nd Tuesday of the month at Pleasant Hills Library. The group is a safe space for community members to share and build their writing skills. Each month, the group is given a theme to challenge their creative writing artistry. The writers have the option of submitting these pieces to the Library Board, who reads them and votes on the next blog post. It is a great example of creativity, community, commitment, and collaboration!