The joy of silence
Aug. 14th, 2012 01:25 pm
I spent the weekend on retreat - sinking into the beauty of silence and the Dales landscape.
It was a blessed relief to set off from home on Friday with just a staff and a small rucksack - no computer, no book except for the one I took to take notes, and when I arrived no phone reception to interfere with God-reception. By Saturday night I was desperate for something to read. It was probably good that I couldn't indulge in that escapism at the time, though diving into
I missed the retreat last year due to family commitments, and my daily practice had long gone by the wayside. The weekend reconnected me and I pray that this time I'll be able to keep my feet on the road. I spend a lot of time in a vague sense of feeling I don't have enough time (even though by virtue of my unattached state and part time work I have more than most) and it is precisely then that meditation seems so difficult but is so vitally necessary.
Life is of necessity simpler at the moment anyhow, as I am paring my finances to pay off the Ascendio trip (and once that is done, to pay for various things next year). I'd forgotten how much freedom there can be in restriction - an unlooked for benefit!
The place we stayed is a 16-17 century farmhouse, which was adapted in the Arts and Crafts style into a home in the 1920s by a gentleman who left it as a retreat centre. It felt older than it is, rooted in the land and the gardens - which were open to the public, some of whom were undoubtedly a little baffled by our walking meditations!
Below the cut are some photos - may they bring you some of the peace that being there brought me.
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