Summer Solstice, My First Reading, and a Completed Poem

Tonight we celebrated the longest day of the year with a reading, a steak dinner, great dogs, sharing of writing, and a campfire. I did my first memoir reading with my friend Bev (below) before dinner. We each picked favorite pieces and read on benches before dinner in the pine trees.

The highlight of a delicious steak dinner tonight was watching the two " resident" dogs be so well-behaved as they sat by their masters during meal time..

Later we all gathered in the yurt and shared writing written during the day. My goal was to complete some poetry since that isn't a genre I feel as comfortable writing. I shared the poem below. We then moved to the campfire to round out our last evening with s'mores, conversation, and laughter.

The writing prompt we worked on in the workshop this morning was called "baggage". It centered around those things we hang on to and keep in our lives. After hearing other people's brainstorm lists I combined them into this poem:

Digging For Keys
Faded cottage cheese tubs stuffed with rusty nails,
hooks on the wall overflowing with coats;
a ripped poncho, a manure covered barn coat, a too-small ski parka.
Hanging close are the hats;
hunting orange, hand-me-down tan, John Deere green,
The stained lavender lamp shade lingers in the corner.

Resting on the steps, plastic plant pots, trays, and saucers to catch the drips;
a leaky watering can, one silver slipper, a dead lily discarded after Easter.
nozzles, washers, sprinklers for hoses;
five Mason jars, three canning rings, a crock pot without a lid.

The drawer holds keys to doors that never open, cords to gadgets long thrown away;
Fasteners with a purpose fading from memory and doodads once with a use,
two knights from a chess set, wooden Scrabble tile, one toothpick,
pastel birthday candles, an outdated candy thermometer
resting before the next celebration.

Things of life are saved, arranged, hung, and displayed.
They join soft levis molded to our shape;
colored Avon bottles Aunt Pearl wrote into her will;
birdfeeder presented as a wedding gift;
leaning mailbox with the chipped red flag.

Things remind us of everyday life;
nails to repair the fence, crock pot Sunday soup,
batch of applesauce put up last fall, a marathon Scrabble game.
Digging for keys that frosty, winter night
Doors and windows were locked up tight.

A Retreat Summer Reading List and Moved to Tears by Writing

After the activity yesterday many people exchanged book lists for summer reading. The list below is a collection from the group. These books are for varied age levels and interests. The four above are ones I gathered before the trip for summer reading.

The Book of Everything by Guus Kuijer

1001 Books You Should Read Before You Die edited by Peter Boxall

Owl Moon by Jane Yolen

Atonement by Ian McEwan

A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson

The Madonnas of Leningrad by Debra Dean

Wicked and other titles by Gregory Maguire

Snow by Orhan Pamuk

So B. It by Sarah Weeks

Dinner With Dad: How I Found My Way Back to the Family Table by Cameron Stracher ( his proud cousin-in-law is part of our group)

Writing Brave and Free by Ted Kooser and Steve Cox

mysteries by Josephine Tey

mysteries by Martha Grimes

Are there other titles you could recommend to my growing list?

Last evening the wind came up and there were whitecaps on the lake. We felt it was unsafe to have our nightly campfire.

We moved inside to this yurt that has been transformed into a comfortable classroom. It worked well with the lights dimmed to listen to writing by our participants. Serious topics such as death of parents, children leaving home, and a drowning accident were crafted into prose that brought people to tears. The evening inspired the group to continue with new writing ideas today.