The lake is rippling westward this morning. Six ducks fly low to the water in formation. The trees blew off their leaves on Saturday int he wind and rain. A few spots of yellow and rust on the island across from me.
I am so grateful for the chance to retreat yesterday, on the first day of November, my birth month and the day we turn back the clocks - a signal that winter is approaching.
I am grateful for the women who participated, who came and sat, and wrote and listened to poems that heal the woman's soul, who shared their wholeness and wept a little at a new discovery.
I am grateful for the peace and tranquillity that emanates from the human heart, that is so contagious and wonderful.
I am grateful for the chance to be a witness.
I am grateful for the soothing music and for the spirit of peace that music brings.
This morning I am a little stiff, but grateful to have spent the afternoon in the company of women who seek a deeper listening.
Next time, I'm looking for a room with tables and chairs to work on, to do our creative artwork, colouring, collage, mandalas and writing - we're getting too old to sit on the floor :)
May the sacred space of retreat remain with you, today,
honour the light within you,