It’s been both a very relaxing and highly chaotic week. I enjoyed a short weekend writer’s retreat run by Lit Literary, a literary community organization run by poet extraordinaire Krista Cox. This inaugural weekend retreat in Harbert, Michigan, was a minute’s walk to the shore of Lake Michigan in a large and comfortable house along with 6 other writers. In addition to beautiful beach time in the sun and the sunset (which has finally arrived in the Midwest), we were treated to three delicious meals a day (cooked by Krista), craft talks, quiet writing time, impromptu readings, a visual art workshop, and good conversation. It was a productive and soothing weekend for me – thanks to Krista for organizing and being such an accommodating leader.
The chaos has taken many forms related to everything from teaching 12-year-olds in May to personal stressors. During the chaos, as always, I reached for music as a way out. Here are a few of the lyrics that stuck with me this week:
from The Decemberists “Sucker’s Prayer”
I made a sucker’s prayer
A grim bode of Baudelaire…
To run with the wolf pack when your legs are tired
I like the way you turn me inside and out
I like the way you turn