This guest post comes to you from Anna, an honorary member at our Spring writing retreat.
One very cold evening this past February, I received an invitation in my inbox: “How would you like two full days of dedicated writing time where the only interruptions would be the songbirds (outside) and some free-flowing vino (inside)?”
Well, I am not really a writer, but I have always enjoyed the sound of songbirds and of course, have never been known to say no to free-flowing vino, inside or out! So of course, I said yes and this past weekend enjoyed a weekend as a guest member of the Restless Writers at the Andrew Logan House in Niagara-on-the-Lake.
What a privilege it was to join this super talented, generous and just plain nice group of women. There was such a feeling of peace and yes, as corny as it sounds, harmony.
In the words of one restless writer, “you decompress the moment you step in the door”.
We left everything behind (except of course for the copious amounts of food, drink and other “writing” supplies) and we focused on the moment.
There was plenty of space – to be alone and to come together. We read, we wrote, we reflected.
We cooked for each other, told each other stories, ate and drank together, encouraged one another and shared awesome “gifts of wisdom”.
Maria mad
e us special Algonquin cocktails – they are rye–based and every single one of us despises rye. Yet we soldiered on, bravely sipping the concoction, pretending we were grownups in another era, before finally accepting defeat and ceremoniously pouring them down the drain. They came with a great Dorothy Parker-style story, so we had to try!
Sharon shared some beautiful lemon cream tulips and wisdom learned from her late Mom, advice she is still learning to perfect, about enjoying the deck lif
e hands you, whatever it may be.
Beckie gave us special handmade quote books that included William Faulkner’s line, “If a story is in you, it has got to come out,” along with other thoughtful sayings and a few irreverent ones, such as the group’s mantra: write drunk, edit sober (Hemingway).
Andrea’s gift, a gratitude book, promises to start a new tradition, a brave attempt to capture in written form what this special group means to its members.
This past weekend, the birds did sing, the sun did shine, the wine did flow and the creative spirit was released (not to mention the visiting spirits from the graveyard across the street).
As Andre
a shouted out spontaneously, “I’m happy to be here! Just for the record.”
Well said, Andrea! Thank you Restless Writers. I’ve never had an experience like that before. Even if the best lines in this post are the invitation, I’ll never forget it!
Anna
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