circles of light dance across the room, and i have hours and hours—i no longer have any real understanding of time like this—is it linear? seasonal? is it even time at all?
i do know this here is a temporary space—as quickly as it comes it will go. it is a space in-between mothering, both affected by and slowly leading back into it. a space with defined beginnings and endings. allotted aloneness.
and i almost don’t know what to do with all these delicious minutes!
to explain: i have been spending a few days on a solo writing retreat, with wine, books and sleep.
though i have also written a poem during my time here, i’ve mainly simply enjoyed some alone time—and read. as i contemplated here, i rarely find time to get lost in reading a book (tending to resort to audiobooks instead). here i’ve been able to read a book in one sitting—three books in fact. i may even fit in you could make this place beautiful by maggie smith before i leave.
and i know reading will feed into my writing, writing being something i feel much more able to do in snatches within my mothering. i really struggle to read in snatches, which is why prioritising it on a writing retreat made sense for me. i’d love to hear what you’ve been reading recently.
’s retreat for women is a soothing, nature-soaked haven in the cornish countryside in the UK. more than just one room of my own, i have been roaming between the four rooms, not quite able to decide which i like best. the old, quirky annexe is the kind i dream of living in: creaky stairs, nooks, window ledges for dreaming on, sloping ceilings and a beautiful, bright well room. you can't help but imagine who used to live here. the air has been fresh and dewy, a balm within my quiet hibernation.lucybeckley.com/retreats
Just bought the Melissa Forbes book seeing it here and knowing it's essential for me. Your time away looks incredible x
Such a joy and pleasure to host you ❤️ thank you so much for coming to stay 💫