Last week I spent a perfect summer day with a small group of writer friends gathered for a retreat on my back porch.There was just a bit of a breeze and everything green as green. Immersed in words, and the precious sense of unmarked time we were all renewed. We shared writing prompts “Toast” for example, and read the fast writes out. We took stretches of alone writing time for our own ongoing projects. In between a pot luck lunch; potatoes and dill fresh from Mary Ann’s garden, a salad that Sue brought, fruit and teas and dark chocolate, water with lemon and mint.
Over lunch we talked about process and structure or the lack there of in our writing, all of us having other responsibilities and creativities that enter into the pull and push of energies. Simple pleasures made exquisite in the wash of sun and no where to be but where we were.
A week later I am still thinking about the languorous delight of unprescribed time spent in the company of those of like heart. Somewhere during the day Beth said out loud this Emily Dickinson poem
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
I am keeping it close during a busy week, remembering to make the time for revery.