An experience this weekend reminded me of the necessity for finding my “retreat,” that muse-infused space where magic happens. I don’t mean a formal “writing retreat,” complete with workshops and lectures. Although, those are nice, too. Find your retreat in a place that inspires you, connects you to a sense of wonder.
A shadowy porch, a flower-ringed garden bench, or a gloomy forest might offer what Robert Duncan called a widening of the world:
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I discovered Peaks Island after running Beach2Beacon three years ago, I biked it that afternoon by myself…I just had to see what was over there and my time in Old Port was limited. I found myself more curious than ever as I looked around the place and took in peacefulness. As an artist who was too physically exhausted come late afternoon to paint anything, my mind was busy as ever taking it all in. I so desire to return to write about this creative path I’ve been on…how I’ve struggled to find that place of inner freedom from fear.
I hope you do return for a stay and paint!