Every year for the past five years, I’ve gone on a writers’ retreat with from eight to ten women. The first year, they came to the house I rent in La Manzanilla on the Mexican Pacific coast. The next year we went to Cuyutlán, two years to Puerto Vallarta and this year we are at my friend Gloria’s son’s fabulous house in Acapulco. Two of us come from the states. The rest from the Lake Chapala area where I live. Yesterday, our second day here, was especially fabulous. Here are a few shots, a few words, which inadequately attempt to recreate the miracle that always happens when we gather together to spend four days dedicated fully to each other and words.
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Women Who Write
It is inspiring theater when women get together—
words racing between them like wild horses without tether.
And then by some small miracle, they gather in small herds.
as the women journey, each mounted on her words
into their past or future, forming orderly parades
of poetry or essays or dramatic charades.
They share their secrets lingually with gestures wide and vivid.
Humorous or tragic. Calm or sad or livid.
When writers get together, it’s story after story.
Sharing all their secrets, revealing all their glory.
The prompt words today are theater, inspiring and miracle.