First Song (Invocation)

This is how it happened.
We were around the fire.
We heard the owl.
We heard the wolf.
We recited the wolf sound
around the fire.
We saw the wolf a new way.
We saw each other a new way.
We will not stop howling.
We will not stop howling.

          ~”Howlin” Bob Davis

 

Once there was a writing retreat… and it just got better and better year after year!

The lovely facilities at this retreat on the Mattole River near Petrolia make an ideal setting for writing, talking about writing, spontaneous response groups, swimming at our favorite swimming holes, bicycling, storytelling, bonfires, readings, playing music and games in the evenings, or taking walks—in short, whatever we want—plus making and breaking bread together (and other delicious food as well!) in our communal  kitchen.

For those new to us, our original members are fellows of the Redwood Writing Project who have continued attending this retreat in its various incarnations for more than two decades. It was begun for teachers, then opened up to anyone interested in writing and participating in workshops with published authors, and more recently morphed into its current, independent, cooperative state. The core group no longer considers itself “staff,” just veteran campers willing to answer questions and help you learn the lay of the land when you are there.

For more details about retreat dates, costs and deadlines click over to the Retreat 2024 page.