|The left side of my lovely retreat room|
(Note: I know a lot of people have never gone on a retreat or they are nervous about it or just don't understand the point of it...so I thought writing about my experience in some detail would be just the push some of you might need to give yourself this gift.)
When I arrived at my bed and breakfast, there was no one there. The hostess had left me a note at the front door, telling me which room was mine, and it happened to be the best room...right off the sitting room and with a lovely little Victorian couch opposite my bed.
This quiet gave me just the time I needed to transition into my surroundings. No need to chat or socialize. A true blessing for this exhausted introverted-extrovert. (Or as Marcy says about me -- an introvert stuck inside an exhibitionist's body.)
Once I had things unpacked, I decided to take a walk.
Let me start by saying that upon deciding to go on this retreat, I thought I might go a bit nuts. (And I did but not in the way I expected.) I thought I would rebel against the quiet. Hate it, really. I thought it would be too much quiet and that I would end up watching TV or something equally as mind-numbingly stupid.
I took that first walk and it was like I was hearing my own mind and heart for the first time in a long time. And my voice was strong and clear.
As soon as I got back to the B & B, I started journaling, and I journaled most of my time there. I would walk, have some insights, write. Repeat. Or I would read, come upon insights, walk, write. Repeat.
I did not even listen to music!
I re-learned how much I love to read. How much I need the voices of other writers to hear my own writing.
I stumbled upon a bunch of Clusters of Duh in a very short time...