Such blessings. My garden workshop today, thunderstorms predicted, and not only did they not come, the day wasn’t even too hot – just breezy and mild until late afternoon. The whole day could not have gone better: a lovely group of 11 writers, interesting, brave writing, good food – if I say so myself – and good timing for the various prompts. By the end of these events, I am drained but thrilled, to share my garden and what there is of my expertise with a group brave and/or crazy enough to commit time and money to sit poking about in their own entrails. Some had been students, but half of them were strangers, and yet, by the end of the day, they were all almost like family.
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During
What’s so important is not just the writing, but the quality of the listening. We were all listening with careful attention to each other. How valuable that is.
Now to recuperate, eat leftovers, wonder what’s the name of that bird singing such a loud song at dusk. I’d run these workshops more often, but they’re exhausting – not just guiding people through the process of telling the truth safely, but the food and drink, making sure everyone is comfortable physically as well as psychically, and that the house and garden are in good shape.
But by the end they were all telling their most important truths, the stories that mattered to all of us. A treat and a gift.
Speaking of a treat and a gift, here’s a photo that brings me joy – Macca played in L.A. recently and Ringo came onstage to play two songs with him. There was a rave, an absolute rave, of Macca’s show in Variety, which is no humble mag. Reminder: he’s 77, and Ringo is even older.
This morning I awoke to a brand new pimple on the side of my face and had to scrabble about for the Clearasil. The Clearasil. I’m going to be 69 in two weeks, and still with the pimples. Is that fair?
But the good news: my raspberries are overflowing. In all these years, this is the first time I’ve had a bowlful, with more to come.
Come on over and share. I promise, I won’t make you write a story. Or perhaps I will.
Now my summer really begins.
2 Responses to “workshop heaven”
This was the third time I attended this summertime delight, and once again I came away exhilarated about writing. Working on interesting prompts under a short timeframe while meeting new people is a unique experience. Beth's gentle guidance makes everyone feel safe and accepted and we blossom like the flowers surrounding us!
Thank you, Pat! So glad you enjoyed the day. And congratulations on your book, "Thanks for Leaving Me."