Creative Writing Holidays in Spain


WHERE: Finca Buenvino, north of Seville. Sam & Jeannie Chesterton’s family home, the perfect place to escape, relax and re-discover your creativity. With 150 acres of sweet chestnut and oak woods, streams, gardens, natural rivers, springs and salt-water , heated infinity pool you will always be able to find a quiet space for contemplation. Bohemian, eclectic, super comfortable, stuffed with antiques, art, family heirlooms and tons of books, it will enchant you and inspire you to write down your life and return home with your self-esteem boosted, your brain expanded and new friendships celebrated. With a welcome recommended by Alastair Sawday’s  Special Places to Stay, fabulous Andalucian farmhouse cooking using organic, homegrown and seasonal produce recommended by Masterchef winner  Thomasina Miers founder of Wahaca and Darina Allen from world famous Ballymoe Cookery School in Ireland. The Chestertons make their own Pata Negra ham, chorizo and lomo from the family-reared Iberican black pigs and Jeannie makes jams, marmalades, muesli and fresh bread every day. I guarantee this is will be the most delicious, fun and therapeutic holiday of  your life.

WHEN: Seven nights: September 3-10 and September 17-24

WHY? Write It Down! holidays and retreats are unpretentious, energising and inclusive with small groups in super-comfy, unique and beautiful locations. In a non-critical and relaxed environment, individual creativity blossoms. The weeks provide a lasting boost in self-esteem and self-confidence, a notebook full of ideas for poems, stories and memoir and demonstrate the power of pen on paper to enrich our lives.

No writing experience required – perfect for solo travellers and couples.

WHAT DOES IT INCLUDE? House party atmosphere with lots of time for relaxation plus scheduled  twice-daily writing workshops, mindfulness meditation, guided walks, tapas trail of Seville, spa visit with massage and visit to Europe’s awe-inspiring largest grotto. All inclusive including collection and return to Seville, three meals a day, afternoon tea, tapas and all wine at lunch and dinner. Stunning sunsets, crystal clear air and bird song standard!

For more information and to BOOK, please go to: http://write-it-down.co.uk/spain/




 

 

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Creative and Dream Writing Holiday, Mallorca

Please go to our fabulous new website for more photos and information: http://write-it-down.co.uk/ 

Write Down Your Dreams Retreat, May 7-14, La Serrania, Mallorca

A special opportunity to join writer Elaine Kingett and dream guide Monika Evans in beautiful Mallorca for a week of dream exploration with creative and life writing.

Located in a beautiful, secluded valley nestled in the Tramuntana mountain range, La Serrania provides the perfect backdrop to reconnect with your creative self through the practices of writing/journaling and active dream work. Dreams are the language and stories of our soul which have been acknowledged by all indigenous cultures, ancient civilizations and world religions. For thousands of years they have been honoured as a vital part of human existence. Dreams have provided inspiration, ideas, guidance and advice to artists, writers, rulers and entrepreneurs from Julius Caesar to Google co-founder Larry Page.

Our retreat will help you harness this source of intuitive wisdom to access material and inspiration for original stories or compelling memoir.

Bringing together the Active Dream School (created by Robert Moss) and Elaine Kingett’s highly successful Write it Down method, it will fuel your imagination and give you the tools and exercises to hone and expand your skills as a writer.

7 nights accommodation in shared or single rooms

Full board – healthy Mediterranean cooking and local wine.

Daily meditation (optional)

Active Dreaming Workshops

Life writing, creative writing and poetry workshops to show you the therapeutic

benefits of writing down your life and help you rediscover your creative brain and your unique writing voice.

Visit to Pollensa market

Excursion to local coast

Reiki, Massages, Tarot Readings available for an extra fee

Price: £1195

Single rooms allocated on a first come first serve basis

For more information and to make a reservation contact me at: elaine@elainekingett.co.uk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monika Evans has been working as a Reiki practitioner and teacher in Vancouver and Europe after leaving a career in senior management with the Canadian Public Service. She received her Master Reiki training in Glastonbury and Stonehenge from William Lee Rand, the founder and president of the International Center for Reiki Training. Coordinator for Lynne Franks’ Bloom Retreats in Deia, she teaches her signature “Create the Soul Map to Your Destiny” workshops. She also provides one-on-one Lifepath Guidance sessions, in person or via Skype, interpreting the ancient wisdom and symbolism of the Tarot. Monika is a Certified Teacher with the Robert Moss School of Active Dreaming.

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Things I’ve Learnt – Breast Cancer Part 14

With Sarah Maxwell, personal trainer and the woman who gave me back my body. Thanks to Finca Buenvino for the location.

Photo: Georgia Read-Cutting

 

In no particular order…

1. Don’t put your Aloe Vera in the ‘fridge unless you’re into S&M.

2. ‘Tits’ can offend some people but if I say, ‘My breasts,’ I feel like I’m doing ‘phone sex.

3. Not even breast feeding in public can prepare you for having a young man in white coat, 6cm away from your nipple, announcing, ‘Perfect, beautiful,’ when he lines up the rays on the ‘big machine’.

4. Breast cancer biopsies hurt like hell and don’t believe them when they say that other women haven’t cried as much as you.

5. Breast cancer unit decorators are very fond of Orla Kiely.

6. That copy of yesterday’s Metro in the waiting area will still be there tomorrow.

7. Buy four sports bras BEFORE your op, then you won’t have to send your son to JD Sports when you get home afterwards and read the post-op literature.

8. Vit E oil works wonders on wounds and afterwards you can spread it on your face at night and stick to your pillow.

9. Join a dating website when you’re having radiotherapy [secretly]  and have lunch with a guy who announces, ‘ I must tell you, I’m having radiotherapy.’

10. If you can’t feel any lumps, doesn’t mean you haven’t got breast cancer. Go get that mammogram.

11. Show other women your scars at every opportunity – their imaginations are far worse and they need to be reassured. Show men if you like – same goes.

12. You will find yourself walking ’round John Lewis like Lord Nelson. Let them stare.

13. Say CANCER a lot, it removes a lot of the fear.

14. If you’re lucky, like me, you won’t look ill – before, during or after your treatment. This surprises and shocks a lot of people and is not so good for the sympathy vote.

15. You do not have to wear pink. Ever.

16. Don’t Google. Don’t Google. Do not Google.

17. Fight for the NHS.

18. If you feel patronised by medical staff or receptionists, tell whoever is a-doing of it. Politely.

19. Take supplements before, during and after treatment. The best ones cost an arm and a leg but are well worth it. Find a naturopathic nutrionist and follow their advice. This is a time in your life when they genuinely will help.

20. Yes, you can drink while you’re having radiotherapy but drink too much and you will have the worst hangover EVA.

21. There’s a lot of it about but you will always know someone else who is going through greater hell.

22.  Drink lots of water. Yeah, yeah, yeah…

23. Write it down. Obvs.

24. When spreading Aloe Vera gel on your tit after radiotherapy, do not miss out your nipple. Yes, it will feel a bit pervy but it will smart like hell if you don’t.

25. Your sexy, uplifting, lacey trimmed, underwired bras that have been the mainstay of your existence for the last 15 years will be banned for months and you may get to love your Sloggi one-size-fits-all. You can get them in black.

26. Your women friends will save your sanity.

27. Rejoice, your cancer gets great funding.

 

 

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Radio 2 – Breast Cancer Part 13

I’ve hit the wall – 10 days into radiotherapy, five more to go and suddenly, sitting still seems such a good idea. Gazing at my laptop screen, planning what I would do if I could be arsed. Listening to Snatam Kaur and wishing I was Costa Rica. I’ve ordered new hall carpet, cleaned the kitchen shelves, dug out the electric heaters. It’s like nesting for a baby, I’m in waiting.

Waiting for the waves to leave my body, my energy to return and breast cells to rejuvenate. My nipple’s a bit sore, I missed that bit with the aloe. Strange really, it’s hardly diminutive but playing with my nipples has always been someone else’s job.

The best thing about Barts is Maplins, there’s one at the bus stop where I get off. The shop smells of men and every woman needs a good three-way plug.

Next week I will discover the joys of on-line shopping with Waitrose and will mostly be making Christmas cake, pudding and mince pies.

See you on the other side.

 

 

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Radio Routine – Breast Cancer Part 12

 

 


Simon Patterson, ‘Cosmic Wallpaper’

My brain runs riot, my eyes jiggle and jump. My dreams are escape plans to nowhere; reconsidered, reconstituted  relationships; obstacle races through unfathomable mazes. 
My heart pounds, my head aches. I’m coming off Citalopram.

Must drink more water.

My weekdays are anchored by radiotherapy. 45 mins to Barts, 15 mins lying down, 45 mins back. I commute to the city. Every afternoon. For three weeks. Men in suits, women in trainers, me lying down, discussing Spain with my tits on show.

‘You’ve got a lovely tan.’

They talk to me like a child.

‘Don’t worry about the big machine, it’ll come close but it won’t touch you. It makes a whirring sound.’

They draw lines on my skin, mark me for placement. Green light-lines trace my torso. My eyebrow itches, my nose twitches. I stare at Simon Patterson’s ’reconfigured celestial constellation’ in the light-box ceiling and decide it’s a  map of Prog Rock. Art therapy for the drowning. Suddenly, I’m deep in the system and the reality of my diagnosis bites through my blasè veneer. I’ve had cancer, didn’t know I had it, ergo may have it again.

At home in the bathroom, I spread ice-cold Aloe Vera gel on my breast to prevent the worst of skin damage – burns, blisters. My fingers trace the scars, nervously notice the rearranged flesh beneath the skin. The dips and furrows. Will a lover ever discover this?

Must drink more water.

 

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Writing Holidays, Spain

Please go to our new website for more info and photos: http://write-it-down.co.uk/

WRITING, MEDITATION AND WALKING HOLIDAYS at FINCA BUENVINO 2016

I’ve been on many creative writing courses and this was the best.’ CHRISTINE, teacher.

I loved being part of a group who gained pleasure from the process of writing without pretension. The retreat builds confidence and enjoyment. A fun, challenging experience, full of encouragement.’  CAROLINE, development consultant

A good balance between work and play, between walking and writing, resting and eating, staying at the Finca and visiting other places. Elaine’s skills at prompting interesting writing are excellent. The food was fabulous. I’ve never eaten so well, or so often! Sam, Jeannie and their team made us feel very welcome and well looked-after.’  GILLA, translator.

Good variety of cerebral and physical, humour and serious. Really thought-provoking and fun exercises. ‘ LINDA, teacher.

The best holiday I’ve ever been on alone!’ LORRAINE, company director.

                                                                        MAY 21–28

JUNE 4–11

SEPTEMBER 3–10

SEPTEMBER 17–24

Holidays are held at the beautiful Finca Buenvino, Andalucia, Southern Spain. A luxurious, superbly comfortable, bohemian and eclectic family home owned by Sam and Jeannie Chesterton.  Stuffed with antiques, family heirlooms, art and books, it is situated on their secluded organic farm with Iberian Black pigs, chicken, sheep and the occasional stag. There are 150 acres of chestnut and cork woods to explore and ancient drovers paths to follow.

I will show you the therapeutic value of writing down your life, on paper with a pen, for yourself and for future generations. You will share memories in an uncritical and supportive small group. You will record your story and  uncover your unique writing voice. You will rediscover your creativity and give yourself permission to play with language – inventing, exploring and delighting in your mark on the page. You will leave empowered and assured of your place in life as a writer. The retreat includes journalling, notebooking, memoir, autobiography, life writing and creative writing. It is open to everyone, no previous writing experience is necessary. There are daily mindfulness meditation sessions by the infinity pool; meditative, observational walks in the wooded hills of the Sierra de Aracena National Park; visits to local unspoilt, white washed villages; and morning and afternoon writing workshops with plenty of time for a siesta.

The price includes ALL EXPENSES (apart from airfares) full bed and board and amazing food cooked by Jeannie, plus wine at lunch and dinner. Also included is tapas tour of Seville, breakfast one morning in local bar, visit to hammam, spa [including massage] and a visit to Europe’s largest grotto in the local town of Aracena with time for shopping and a glass of Manzanilla.

Arrival: We will include pick up from a pre-determined point in SEVILLE (daily flights from UK)

Accommodation: The course is limited to six people.

Food & drink: The price of the holiday includes full board – cooked breakfast, buffet lunch, tapas, three course dinner and unlimited wine for 7 nights.

Transport: All transport is included. If you wish to return to the airport at a time that does not coincide with the rest of the group, this would be charged extra.

PRICES: £1550 sharing, £1850 single. 10% for bookings before January 15th.

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Showing-Off – Breast Cancer Part 11

Before with biopsy bruise and after, or at least up ’till now.

Jackie Collins has died, after ‘secretly battling with breast cancer.’

Why ‘battling’? Why ‘secretly’?

The terminology of cancer diagnosis, prognosis and treatment infuriates me. Of course, I respect Jackie’s right to privacy and not everyone is like me, showing off their tits and nipples to all and sundry. This week, one of my post-op photos was reported to Facebook as offensive and I had to remove it. The one above, on the right, was reported and subsequently allowed. Not enough nip, I assume.

Does ‘battling’ infer that she lost and died? No, it’s down to sods law, genetics, possibly booze and fags and a healthy dollop of luck and above all, modern medicine. I have no idea where I’m going with mine but I do know that I am not brave or fighting.  I do know that Barts hospital mammogram radiography team spotted my dodgy cells early and that my female surgeon did a bloody good job of making my tit look presentable after the lumpectomy and lymph node removal.

But ‘secretly’? That’s difficult because I believe that the more we share our experiences, the more we help remove the fear of CANCER. The fear of deformity, the fear of immediate death. The word cancer is still spoken in hushed tones.

‘I’m glad you’re feeling better, ‘ say dear friends. But I have never felt ill and that is the insidiousness of it. Cancer creeps up on you and smashes you in the face – or tits – when you are least expecting it.

Allegedly, Jackie told no one because she didn’t want to be a ‘burden’ but every single person I have told  has offered help in some way. We understand what cancer diagnosis CAN mean in the worse case scenario, for the individual and their family, and want to offer love, encouragement, practical  help or just an opportunity to rant!

Give your friends a chance to step forward and share your ‘journey’, another emotive word. You won’t be a burden, you’ll be a learning curve.

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Monsters – Breast Cancer Part 10

Print by Jan Irvine

‘Can I book you in for radiotherapy ?’

‘But I haven’t had my results yet, it’s on Friday?’

‘Oh, it’s just routine, just in case.’

Wham.

I feel fine, I LOOK fine but who knows what’s lurking in there?

I saw it when I came back from the hospital after my operation. A small, black creature with a horny backbone and webbed wings. It was  shivering, wedged in-between the speakers on the book shelves in my bedroom. It looked at me over it’s hunched shoulder and used a skeletal finger to wipe the snot dripping from its nose. The ragged bandage, high on its right arm, was stained with fresh blood. When I was asked to draw my Dark Side on the Hoffmann Process, it looked just like that. Part of me that was sick, part of me that I had to leave behind.

When my husband was getting ill again during the long years of his cancer treatment, he told me knew it was happening because, when he closed his eyes, he saw a crazy, red, dancing figure. Our subconscious, our imaginations, our fears – play games with our hearts and perceptions

I feel fine but my cancer diagnosis, even the teeny-tiny, oh so insignificant one that I have had, sits like a pool of lead in my stomach.

‘Well, he went in for this and then they found that and had his leg off.’

‘They thought it was breast cancer but it was the black plague…’

Always the drama queen, always the over-exaggerator for comic effect, always wanting to be the centre of attention.

But my life is like someone has cleaned my windows, the world sparkles and I sit and stare. Colours are brighter, edges sharper, I’m waiting for Friday.

 

 

 

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Marked – Breast Cancer Part 9

Cancer is boring, it’s like the neighbour who pops in and eats all the biscuits and then asks if you’ve got any cake? It charges in and takes over. You need a secretary when you’ve got cancer,

‘She’s not in, she’ll be back later.’

It’s all people talk about. You’ve joined a gang, you’ve got a new job description. CANCER.

Tedious, time-consuming and strangely club-like. You exchange glances with strangers, all attired in robes that open at the front. The TV in the waiting room blares out Simpsons or that sit-com with the nice terrier and the old bloke with his favourite chair. You wonder why some are here alone, others with fumbling partners. You wish you were anywhere else but glad you’re at Barts: where St Johns is just down the road. You smell fear, you taste acid. You try not to look at your phone.

You try to meditate, you want a drink. They draw a cross on your tit and pin point the bastard. The nasty little number who has put the fear of God into your daughter in Greece and your boys in London. You wish you had a dog but you are glad you aren’t in Syria. You know you are lucky but wonder why, when you mention you have cancer, people gulp and know not what to say?

‘Are you having a lumpectomy?’ says I.

‘No, a mastectomy,’ says she.

I’m lucky, I’ve just got calcium crystals and won’t have a drain. I go to Oxford Street and look for bras without wires that don’t look like hammocks. Dream on.

Enjoy not having it – one in three of us will.

 

 

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I’m Scared – Breast Cancer Part 8

I’m scared. My kids are scared.

What if I wake up on the evening of the 30th of July and they’ve sliced both my tits off? I’ve signed a form, they might.

I’m sorry, this is not the time for rational thought. This is the time for stopping my daily aspirin so I don’t bleed to death. The aftermath of my breast cancer  biop looked like a still from Reservoir Dogs; the nurse had to lend me a clean t-shirt to wear home. It was red  luckily but the V-neck so wasn’t me.

This is the time to start measuring my blood pressure twice a day to make sure I don’t explode on the operating table. It was so high at the pre-assessment that they suggested cancelling surgery. So my blood pressure shot higher, ‘Go and have a walk around outside and get some fresh air,’ said the sister.

Sarah Maxwell took me Carluccios, bought me a large glass of red and a risotto  and I returned in triumph. Blood pressure  down, surgery back on. She cried, I cried, the sister hugged us both. Result.

Friends and wine, who needs more?

 

 

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