So the retreat was just lovely.
Before I arrived, part of me was worried that God was going to give me some new, crazy revelation again. Like I need to quit learning body work and move to another country or you know, join a circus or something. But lo and behold, the only messages I was getting that weekend was to relax, have fun, and enjoy the nature. Yay! So that's what I did.
And I also attempted to not make my retreat into a to-do list either:
1) pray
2) attend eucharist
3) pray again
4) walk all the paths on the property and come up with four life metaphors related to the nature I see
5) pray
For real. I could see myself doing that. But I did pretty well not to-do listing my retreat. For the most part, I wandered around and soaked in the nature, looked at the art in the center, read and journaled in my room, and prayed whenever I felt like it.
I also bought a beautiful Celtic cross from the retreat center gift shop. It's from 9th century Ireland! I was SO excited because I've been trying to get in touch with my Scotch-Irish heritage. I put it about the "altar" in the my room. I love it.
