My Princess Tower writing retreat time

When I made myself the list of what I wanted with me in my rebirthing space I did not anticipate several things. I did not realize I would feel so grateful and energized to be on my own schedule, to not be in charge of chores, or schedules, or so completely and utterly thrilled to write.

I have been in my Princess Tower for five days. I have never felt so personally productive or inspired to create.

Maybe it is the sun streaming in. The 1000 Names of the Divine Mother being chanted. The cheering section of letters and cards. The bright colors of the curtains. The granola the children helped me make. The sight of tug boats creating wakes.

The feeling in my chest of joy and excitement pulls me into my recliner, feet on the sill, a eye movement away from the view. I start to write. I look up synonyms, double check meanings, look up etymologies. It is glorious.

Suffused with peace and contentment I feel my brain sparking, yearning for the next thought, the next phrase - awaiting the zing of inspiration. Jung’s daemon nudging me forward, inward, outward. I take a sip of water, look around the room, patiently awaiting the next bubble from the Muse.

Editing, rephrasing, thinking of structure and sense - the feeling of my brain and heart sparking and working together. I laugh, weep, cringe. I write.

True, it has crossed my mind I am so motivated because I am reliving #2 on my list. Then, after a cry, I realize the truth. Even if there is a modicum of swan song about the impetus, I don’t want to be doing anything else. I am so filled with the glory of creation, doing something that brings me joy.

It is a way for me to be with my children, my husband, my family, my friends, my tribe now.

And forever.

I am having a ball.