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Lost Lake Writers Retreat

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Having finished the first draft of a novel this summer, I promised myself my reward would be a weekend getaway. On a whim I searched for writer’s retreats in Michigan and found the Lost Lake Writers Retreat. It was the perfect way to nurture my writing soul.

The Lost Lake Writers Retreat is presented annually by Inspiration Alcona and Springfed Arts with grants from the Michigan Arts & Culture Council, the National Endowment for the Arts, and Art Works. The retreat is held at the Lost Lake Woods Club on the sunrise side of the state of Michigan just north of the small town of Lincoln.

Grab a coffee – this is a longer post with pretty pictures and interesting stories. 🙂

The Past Circles Back Again

In August I attended an event to commemorate the 45th anniversary of the pop-rock band Bay City Rollers appearing in their namesake city of Bay City, Michigan. That weekend was an absolute blast and had me remembering things left and right for weeks. This weekend was no different – but for different reasons.

Like any introvert, I was hesitant to attend an event where I wasn’t going to know anyone and had to do any socializing. I kept browsing both the Inspiration Alcona and Springfed Arts websites until lightening struck. The director of the event, John D. Lamb, was a musician that I’d seen back in the 80’s in Mount Pleasant, Michigan.

Back then, I was in college and John (going by the moniker Johnny D) was playing solo acoustic at the Foolery (now known as Rubbles) downtown. I’d go with a couple friends and we’d dance to this guy singing Springsteen-y kinds of songs with lots of lyrics and plenty of chutzpah. Here’s a poster from those many years ago.

These days John is the director of Springfed Arts and hosts songwriting and writing retreats and events throughout the year; he has a whole lot of music available, too. He’s also an amazing, gracious host and made this introvert felt loved and appreciated. His music is available at all the normal places, so go buy some today.

Here is the John D. Lamb website and Bandcamp sites. I immediately grabbed all of the CD’s (because I’m old school like that) and they arrived with a hand-written note from John.

Lumberman’s Monument

I promised myself when I moved back to Michigan a decade or more ago that I would get to know the state more. I’ve failed miserably at that, but have really enjoyed watching a load of TikToks by Michigan creators that celebrate the state. For the drive to the Lost Lake Writers Retreat I decided to wander the byways a bit… Err, I drove some roads I’d never been on before.

One of those roads led to the Lumberman’s Monument just west of Oscoda. The fall colors were already popping and the overlook of the Au Sable river was stunning – especially just after rain – look at these clouds!

It had rained on and off as I drove, and the rain let up long enough for me to walk around the monument site. It was quiet, too, with only a few other visitors in the area. I didn’t take the steep walk down to the waterside.

The monument commemorates workers in the logging industry early in the history of Michigan.

Lumberman’s Monument is open daily throughout the year and there are walking trails and a camping area, too. The site is maintained and staffed by the USDA Forestry department. There is a small gift shop and bathroom facilities.

Trip To The Beach

No trip to the northeast side of the lower peninsula could be complete without a walk on the beach and so I stopped into a roadside park and wandered out onto the beach. Once again Mother Nature held off on the rain just long enough for me to enjoy the view and the sounds. But once I was back in the car the rain poured down.

Lost Lake Woods Club

Just north of Lincoln, Michigan, the Lost Lake Wood Club boasts more than 10,000 acres of private, members-only grounds for hunting, fishing, shooting, horseback riding, golfing, and more. There are five lakes, ample walking trails, a large lodge, and dining/banquet facilities. Plenty of people have summer homes here and some have year-round homes at the ninety-six year old club.

All retreat activities were held in the Lost Lake Lodge which is a sprawling hive of activity for the entire club.

I walked in and almost immediately got a fabulous bear hug from John. Then I checked into my room and settled in.

Most meals were in the dining room overlooking the lake. Portions were huge and I often felt like I would drown in the dishes.

I mean, look at this is sweet potato fries topped with barbecue pork and coleslaw. It’s not a bad way to drown, mind you, but there was no way I could finish the whole thing. On the other hand, it was so tasty I might have to try to recreate it.

One night, there was a spectacular sunset.

And I went for a long walk part of the way around the lake.

It was hard to get a bad photo, though I did manage to get quite a few with my thumb or finger.

We left the property one night for dinner at Rosa’s Lookout Inn just up the road in Spruce. Voted the best Italian restaurant on the sunrise side of the state for ten years running, the food lived up to that honor.

Writers Retreat

Ultimately, the weekend was about words and writing, and really knowing in my bones how important writing is in my life. I think I’ve run away from words as much as I’ve run towards them.

For the longest time I’ve struggled with feeling like I belong somewhere, with trying to identify who I am as a person living mostly alone in the world.

Even when setting up this website, I tried to follow the marketing law of focus on one thing… Any online business course I’ve ever taken has admonished students to focus on “one thing” that you do well. But I’m not just interested in one thing: I am multitudes.

Do I contradict myself?

Very well then I contradict myself,

(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Walt Whitman – Song of Myself

(And yeah, Song of Myself is as much about Whitman as it is about America, but that’s a digression I won’t go further into now.)

At the BCR weekend I knew that those Roller fans were my people, my tribe.

I have no doubt that my meditation friends are another part of my tribe, too. That spiritual tribe has ties that quite literally transcend time and space.

My tribal triumvirate is complete with writing friends. These are my people, too.

And metaphysically, I could go into the three in the one and the one in the three, but that’s not what this blog post is about.

Poetry is Life!

Just as the world shut down in the spring of 2020, I self published a collection of poems. (FYI, any link to Amazon is an affiliate link.)

This is a collection of poems written from 1976-2006. Some were published elsewhere, many were read at open mikes over the years. But none had found a permanent home and – to be honest – I hadn’t worked at publishing. I’m happy to have them all gathered in one place.

I recently lowered the price of both the Kindle and the paperback on Amazon. You can also buy the book directly from me and get an autographed copy)

The Kindle eBook is free October 17 to October 21!

This retreat brought home to me how important poetry is… I’d forgotten again. Sigh.

This weekend was about learning new techniques and sharpening up those old skills and this weekend fit like a delicious pair of jeans. This weekend was about talking shop and life and influences. This was a weekend that nourished my writing soul.

In a conversation over dinner at Rosa’s I asked John about future retreats and suggested bringing someone to talk about self-publishing. Through that conversation it became very clear that his focus for the retreat to nurture writers; he does the same thing with songwriting retreats.

The Lost Lake Writers Retreat weekend wasn’t about learning the latest and greatest, but rather about celebrating the heart of the writing life.

This retreat is fertilizer, this retreat is food, this retreat is everything about supporting you right where you are on your writing journey. It was a perfect match for me.

Poetry Game

The poem below appeared through “The Poetry Game” an exercise taught to us by poet Leila Chatti. If I heard the pedigree correctly, it was first taught (created?) by Ruth Stone who taught it to Sharon Olds who taught it to Dorianne Laux, who taught it to Leila Chatti, who taught it to us.

Poets love playing with words and this game began by people offering up random words and then adding additional rules:

  • Include something blue but don’t use the word blue
  • Include a lie or a lie revealed
  • Include your name or the meaning of your name, or a word that sounds like your name
  • Include the phrase “you can feel it now.”

From there we were instructed to set a timer for twenty minutes and use as many of these words and follow the rules as much as you can. It took more than twenty minutes to polish this, but I got it done – and used all the words and rules!

Lost Lake Writers Retreat, Refrain

Saturday night after dinner each attendee read some of their work. I read two older poems from my book; it’s the first time I’ve read in public in – what – maybe ten years?

It felt like it, too, because I was nervous, shaky, and -let’s be honest- it was kind of hard to read from my book. Thank goodness I knew those two poems (almost) by heart. Even when I was co-hosting the poetry slam back in the day, I never could manage to memorize poems.

And it felt good, too, because by the time I was into the third or fourth stanza, my performance legs were back and functioning. My voice rose and fell. I slowed down to draw out the feelings behind the words and to give the listeners a chance to process the images that “Write A Poem And Call Me In The Morning” and “Starvation” offer.

Sunday morning we did a reading all over again, sharing work written during the weekend. And then, just like that, it was over and I was back in my car, a solitary traveler, on the lonesome highway heading south towards home.

On that long drive, though, I kept thinking about how much I’d enjoyed the weekend – the escape, the camaraderie, the memories. And especially how much I’d enjoyed jumping back into writing.

I’ve already started dreaming about what my “mission” will include for next year. I’m confident there will be writing involved. And I’d like to think I’ll be back to the Lost Lake Writers Retreat, too.

Your Turn

Is it too tacky to say I found myself at Lost Lake? Maybe. But it feels like I definitely reclaimed something I’d lost or set aside. I “re-membered” that writerly part of myself.

What parts of you have been lost along the way? How did you reclaim them?

Mission 2022 October

In 2022, I’m combining lessons from the heart with some –cough cough – goals.

But I don’t like the word goals, so it’s a quest, a journey, a mission: that for which I am destined.

So how was September?

September’s Tarot Card

I did a tarot spread for the full year and September’s card was Metamorphosis suggesting that there may be some loss. As a result of that loss, though, I will love who I become. The card said, “even with temporary discomfort, beauty is revealed.”

Sitting here the evening before this post goes live, I’m not sure what the loss or discomfort was in my September. There was finishing up the first draft of a novel, meditating with friends, a craniosacral massage, a book sale, and a good visit to the dentist, too.

One Friday afternoon there was a work party at a nearby park; it’s the first time we’ve all been in one place since before the pandemic nonsense.

I was also on Jury Duty in September; my main responsibility was calling into a phone to see if I needed to appear at the courthouse for anything. And the only thing I physically did have to do was show up for a training on how to be a good juror.

I got my hair cut and colored; it’s now the natural dark brown and sparkly white plus purple, blue, and green. Think a purple teal party and that’s what the top of my head looks like. I even thrifted a pretty fuchsia blazer from the 80’s that -when worn in combination with a blue scarf- got multiple compliments. All that color!

My HelloFresh deliveries continued as did the weekly CSA pickups. The CSA is ending for the season in a couple of weeks, so most likely I’ll increase the number of meals I get in HelloFresh. It’s become an indispensable part of my life now.

See, no loss? Only warm sunny days.

Still, September is the 9th month of the year. It’s the month people return to the school year routine, and the air is definitely crisper hear in central Michigan. I finished bringing in house plants for the winter; they’re always sad to have to come into the house – most would rather be outside, except they’d all die if left outside over the harsh winters. Loss of summer and warmth, perhaps?

The 9 of September has a finality to it, an ending before October. That’s 10th month, the 1 and the 0 combining to create a new level. So I suppose things did ‘close’ or come to an end in September. October is always when I start thinking about the next twelve months.

In fact, the Mission 2022 emerged last year about this time. So you’d better believe I’m already thinking about next year. And I believe I’m gonna need another mission: this was fun, and gave me a sense of purpose.

Write 250 Words A Day, 5 Days A Week

Definitely didn’t happen in the month of September. But it did other months because I finished the first draft of a novel!

Revamp WordStorm Casserole Poetry Book

Not happening.

Post Twice A Month On This Website

Welp, that didn’t happen in September. But at least there was September’s Mission post!

DeGoogle, deApple, deMicrosoft – embrace Linux!

Why? Because Google, Apple, and Microsoft all track your every move online and that’s wrong.

In September I used my Linux machine most of the time for personal use: checking personal email, watching YouTube videos, checking social media.

Have Fun

You did read the summary of things I did in September, right? It was a good month for fun 🙂

Big Secret Goal #1: Finish the first draft of a novel.

I turned the first draft of my novel into The Write Practice over Labor Day weekend. As a reward, I’m going on a writing retreat in October.

Big Secret Goal #2: Backyard Landscaping

This goal is done and dusted! Check out the big secret goal reveal that goes into a lot more detail about what was completed in the back yard this year.

PSST: I added two Asian pear trees and one dwarf mulberry to the back yard.

What I’m Reading

On GoodReads, I have a 2022 Reading Challenge goal of at least 50 books. Since the last update I’ve read:

  • The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie. Not her usual sci-fi, but darned good writing. Who knew stones were gods and could talk?
  • Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. Even though the main character was more of a Harry Potter (err, Simon Snow) fan, it gave me all the feels given the re-emergence of the BCR into my life.
  • Super Host by Kate Russo. I technically started this in September and finished it on October 1, but anyhow…close enough. Good character study of one man’s journey to finding his way in midlife.

I’m at 30 out of 50 books this year. That tells me working full time and putting hours into writing a novel every night seriously impacted my ability to read and read and read.

I have 20 more books to read to conquer this challenge… That’s 6-7 books a month in the next three months and (at least until snow flies and temps make it unbearable to be outside) I’m not sure I’m gonna make it. Thank goodness there was a library book sale and I bought all the books!

A Spell Is Broken

Going to the 45th Anniversary Celebration of Bay City Roller Day in Bay City, Michigan has me thinking of circles and cycles – endings and -by the same token- beginnings. By attending that event in August, I feel like a spell has been broken.

I feel like I spent forty-five years trying to be “cool” and forget that I ever liked that “uncool” band the Bay City Rollers. I was under a spell cast by society, cast by the pop culture that was unavoidable in my formative years.

Cool is now a state of mind for me, a way of being. If I want to bop to the Rollers I darn well can. In other places and times in this life that would have been (or would have felt) downright impossible.

Feel is everything to me. I feel like I’ve closed a loop and re-united a piece of myself that I tucked away in a dusty corner of a very deep closet in my soul. And now I can get on with what I want.

Which I’ve always done, of course. But knowledge gained from the experience guides my way. That, and spirit / god / the Universes as my co-pilot means it’s gonna keep getting more fun and interesting. October’s tarot card was “One Ring Circus” so whoa boy, what’s gonna happen?

How About You?

How was your September? What big dreams and projects are you working on for this year?

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