Almost exactly this time last year I went on retreat. Next Saturday I go again.
Those who read this blog regularly will know that I retreat at least once a year down in Devon at the Sharpham Trust.
Since the pandemic they have been running retreats at home, and I completed my first one this time last year.
Here I am again, about to start another one. At home.
It’s funny how years can repeat themselves – I did not realise I had booked onto another one at exactly the same time of year until just before I started writing this blog.
In fact it is what got me writing this blog.
This time last year I was a whole other person, with no idea of where life would take me in twelve months.
Though is that really true? Did I really have no idea?
I had a nagging feeling that my health was not right.
I was also in denial about my unhappiness.
Life had not felt truly good for a while.
I was in a transitory phase with only minimal conscious awareness.
A bridge between my ‘girlhood’ and my womanhood.
In my girlhood I was tossed about like foam on the ocean.
My heart was repeatedly broken, and I took on the pain of others willingly.
Now I stand here, as a woman, and I retreat again.
On the other side of retreat, I will find a way to write about this new place I am in.
Much love Txx