Saturday morning - preliminary notes from a retreat
As I explore what I will do next with my life, after I retire from my current teaching job, I made a promise to several people helping me as I explore - including both my wife and Parker Palmer - that before I decided on any possibility I would make a brief retreat. I had hoped to do it at Pendle Hill, the Quaker study and retreat center in suburban Philadelphia, but they were booked for this weekend.
And I needed to be on retreat now, as I will shortly explain.
Instead I write these words from a cabin at Shenandoah Crossing. We have owned here for a quarter century. There is lodge, a place for RVS, horses, a golf course, some more updated accommodations. I chose a cabin, not too far from the lodge. It is not isolated, nor are its amenities all that spartan - I did spend more than 20 minutes in a jacuzzi last night, at the end of which I was totally loose, for which I am grateful.
Obviously I have internet access, or I would not be posting this. But I am largely disconnected. Last night, and then when I arose about an hour ago, I sat out on the deck in front, listening to the sounds - I could hear ducks and geese, and the insects and the wind moving through the leaves of the many trees.
It is a chance to let go of normal things, and let my mind flow freely. It is a way of unchaining myself from the
And I needed to be on retreat now, as I will shortly explain.
Instead I write these words from a cabin at Shenandoah Crossing. We have owned here for a quarter century. There is lodge, a place for RVS, horses, a golf course, some more updated accommodations. I chose a cabin, not too far from the lodge. It is not isolated, nor are its amenities all that spartan - I did spend more than 20 minutes in a jacuzzi last night, at the end of which I was totally loose, for which I am grateful.
Obviously I have internet access, or I would not be posting this. But I am largely disconnected. Last night, and then when I arose about an hour ago, I sat out on the deck in front, listening to the sounds - I could hear ducks and geese, and the insects and the wind moving through the leaves of the many trees.
It is a chance to let go of normal things, and let my mind flow freely. It is a way of unchaining myself from the