A "Writing Retreat"

In about two weeks, we are heading to Denmark.

That's where I am originally from, and my family still has a summerhouse there, which now functions as a "family timeshare," of sorts.

People have been going to this house for generations (it was built in the 1930s) to "get away" from daily life, and often to express their creativity.

When my grandparents were still alive, a lot of painters would come and spend weeks-- or entire summers-- in this place, working on their art. My grandfather was a big supporter of up and coming artists-- as an art collector, many of the pieces hanging on the walls of the (long gone) "ancestral home" were painted by artists he personally knew.

The house would also be a summer gathering place for writers and philosophers, who used the quiet and the "slowing of time" to get in touch with their inner muses.

Even in 2015, this remains possible... although now surrounded by developments, there are still 24 untouched acres of land immediately surrounding the house. And when you arrive, it is as if time slows down... or "ceases to exist," altogether.

I have often dreamed of using some time at this place to simply sit and write. We have gone in the past, but it seems like there has always been "something" to get in the way... from family gatherings to needing to act as "tour guide." This time, we are going with the intention of "just sitting," because we have not had a (real) vacation in four years.

That's my intention.

Of course, "even the best laid plans...." and yadda, yadda.

Stay tuned....