Retreat is a serious word that can mean life or death if one is in a war. Retreat, from a puppy’s perspective, means if I sit up and beg again I have a good chance of getting another little doggie biscuit. A writing retreat has nuances of both for me.
Tucking into a beautiful historic home with thirteen other creative types for five days does imply that I have not really been able to write like I want to in my “normal” routines at work and home. The war with distraction and fatigue has not gone so well so I am withdrawing from the front line to regroup. Perhaps to practice running away into retirement.
A retreat of any sort might not interest me, but this tug from my soul — this surge of joy in drawing and writing — drew me to the Ralston Writing retreat. Many biscuits already in meeting interesting new people, in the lovely surroundings, and hearing their writerly goals for the retreat time. Something stirred in me about renewing the writing on our co-authored blog. So, here’s an early morning, before breakfast post. And I am off to enjoy nature.