I am in one of my favorite places in the world, Grand Marais on the North Shore of Lake Superior. Enjoying a writers’ retreat weekend with friends, and outside the window, this is my writing view. Perhaps you can’t see it well in the photo, but that is a slice of Lake Superior and sky, on a day gone all blustery, cold, and gray. And it is all good.
There is a flock of sea gulls playing in mid-air over the harbor. They are reveling in and coasting on the gusts of wind. Sometimes I wish I could be a bird, just for a little while.
Writing friends are gathered, with good food and coffee. With books in hand and laptops at the ready. One has brought a thick tome called The Writer’s Journey by Christopher Vogler, and is picking out passages to read out to us. Another is working with The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I’m going to give them a very short tutorial on setting up a blog (the blind leading the blind).
The energy that builds when creative people spend extended periods of time living together is truly something special.
Today it is rainy, windy and cold and…who cares? Yesterday gave us our taste of perfection. The fall color is peaking up here. It is more subtle here than in places with more deciduous trees, especially sugar maples. Here the red sparks come more from sumac and burning bushes, but the yellows and golds are fully satisfying against the blues of lake and sky.
And it is quiet here. Up on the hilltop where I took these photos, there was a hush, even though there were lots of cars and people. It’s as if the beauty of the place strikes us dumb. As if we stand in a sacred spot. We do.
I expect that words will flow freely this weekend, in the atmosphere of this place. And I intend to savor every moment.