juliespeaks

The unvoiced thoughts and ideas of a septegenarian.

NEW POST – A MEMORABLE MOMENT

on March 27, 2012

A MEMORABLE TIME

 

All of us have one or more memorable times in our lives: times we will never forget, whether or god or for ill: times we might have learned something. I consider myself fortunate to have had several such moments. Here is one of them.

 

THE CLEARING

Have you ever gone away and isolated yourself to work on something in peace and quiet, away from chores and the phone or just to escape the complexities of your life and relax? Jens Jensen, a landscape architect, once decided adults should have a camp-like retreat to escape to if they wanted to do just that. He purchased some property high on a cliff inEllison Bay,Wisconsin, overlooking the waters of Green Bay, and built several log cabins, connected by sawdust paths, laid out beneath a ticket of pine trees. To top it off he added a built-into-the-cliff retreat that one must approach, literally, by the seat of one’s pants. Ah – but when you get there, you are Thoreau in the wild!Edenmust have looked like this place.

 

I went one summer for a fiction writing workshop and, at the same time, there were poetry writing and woodcarving workshops taking place, each with about 10 to 12 people in them. Meals (oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar every day) were taken together at a central lodge,  preceded by a short inspiration reading of some sort and days were spent working —  really working – at whatever it was you had come to work on. It was the most productive work time I have ever had.

 

I was able to meet with the instructor independently, got good critical feedback, and was, for six lovely days, in the company of creative, stimulating people I will never forget the joy on the faces of an older couple as they left the woodcarving workshop on the last day, carrying a woodpecker and a thrush in their hands. I imagined them instantly mounting them on the front lawn of a curlicued cottage complete with white picket fence, window boxes of pink petunias, and a hammock under a weeping willow tree.

 

Door County,Wisconsin has much to offer a visitor. Fish boils abound, the beaches are idyllic, shopping tempting and festivals of one sort or another occur regularly. Yet during the week I spent at The Clearing not one participant left the premises to avail himself of any of that.  I do not here mean to endorse The Clearing. Rather my intent is simply to share what was for me a meaningful activity. It was one of those “I’ll never forget” moments.

 

What’s yours?

 

Julie Rose

Julierose601@gmail.com

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