Today I love to retreat to the wilds of the country side with my writers’ group for the weekend, even if I don’t manage to make it for the whole weekend. I love that things that would make relatives and permanent cohabitants fume is just stuff that happens for a group like ours. I love that everyone here writes and when someone drops from the middle of a conversation and starts writing things down, nobody cares beyond wanting to know what their inspiration brought them to write. I love that we were up too late and up again too early and there were coffee making noises that made everyone laugh. I love that words come easy when you have no other responsibilities. I love that conversations can be heard all over the lodge, none of which are private among the group.
Today I love that it is Sunday and the tradition of Sunday breakfast out is half on hold and half still happening since we are having breakfast at the lodge, we are definitely not going out and we are definitely not eating at home. Sweet! I love that it doesn’t feel anything like my normal Sunday, but it doesn’t feel like any other day. So I’m calling it Retreat Sunday and I’m thinking it’s a pretty good way to spend a day or two every year. I love the interesting place my mind goes to when I am here and starting to write, but I love that my mind quickly finds the same place it always settles on when I write.
Today I love that even though I’ve retreated for the weekend, I’ll still be home in time for choir practice and with the music of Friday night playing through my mind I’m in a musical kind of place and happy to be looking forward to that. I love that I will be practicing with Rebecca this week and starting to get ready for our spring shows. I’m also looking forward to finishing several songs I’ve started over the last two or three months and I love when songs are ready to head out into the world. I love that written words are in my life, lyrics, poetry, stories, blog posts, maybe books someday.
Today I love coffee, which is probably why I brought the coffee to the retreat. I love coffee in the morning while listening to the quiet clicking of a half dozen keyboards, the tapping of pencils on note pads and the clanking and grinding of the old and loose gears of my own cognition. Mmmmm, coffee and words.