I’m an American retiree, living two-thirds of the year in the mid-west near Lake Michigan, and the other third with my daughter in Tucson, Az.
I’m passionate about music, art and literature. I’ve written Haiku poetry over the years, and also do critiques and editing with a writer’s group my son heads in Phoenix, Arizona.
When my daughter, Laura, suggested we go to La Muse, the artist and writer’s retreat in France she had gone to last summer to work on her painting skills, I thought it was a wonderful idea. She wrote about her Walking Home Story performance art project that we collaborated on, at La Muse.
The atmosphere of the old house, the pace of rural southern France and the lovely countryside all lend themselves to an almost calming, meditative state.
As we walked along, exploring the area on short hikes, it was definitely time to smell the roses along the way and slow down in appreciation.
When I looked at the location of Labastide Esparbairenque, I was also excited to find that the area was steeped in the history of L’eglise du Marie and the Cathars, both of which had interested me for years, from my study of the Merovingian line of Mary Magdalene.
Though I am speaking for myself, I found each person who lived and worked there expressed awe and wonder at how much they had gained in being at La Muse.
It offered a spiritual experience that bound the collective energy of creative people, each following their individual paths.
Our lovely hosts, John and Kerry, facilitated and encouraged everyone there to engage in their pursuits, while mingling with others who are also working hard at their craft.
The creative spirit there was palpable. I felt as if we were all on the same team, albeit working on separate goals. I felt renewed in spirit and fortified in soul.
I left La Muse and the experience lingers on. I hope to go again.
Yours in spirit,
Here’s one of the poems Jane wrote while she was here on retreat:
Working one’s tangle,
Bathed in tender golden light.
Glorious retreat –