Retreat
November 22nd 2008 03:04
I went on a ‘retreat’ for the first three days of this week, plus from tea-time on Sunday and breakfast on Thursday. A very laid back retreat, since there was no programme, no agenda, no nothing that you had to do except eat meals at the times they appeared. And the meals were great, so everybody appeared for those.
I've left my notes about the retreat at work, so I’ll talk more about the place itself at some later point, but I just want to comment on this style of retreat for the moment. For me, the prospect of three plus days of being able to do just what I want was rather scary. The days seemed to stretch out almost interminably in front of me. Sure, I had books to read (and read two and a half of them) and I could do some writing – did a mockup of the Wikipedia entry for me as a bit of a laugh – and I could go for walks (and did) and I could spend some time thinking about God and praying. But I still felt the need of some sort of extra input. Probably if there’d been a program I would have rebelled against it. You just can’t please some people.
Anyway, it was an interesting experience, but I’m not sure that in spite of all the extra sleeping I did (popped back into bed on several occasions!) I actually came home refreshed. I got some sort of half-pie cold while away, which is still floating around. It’s making me feel tired, but hasn’t really got the feel of a full-blown cold about it somehow.
Everything’s ambiguous.
I've left my notes about the retreat at work, so I’ll talk more about the place itself at some later point, but I just want to comment on this style of retreat for the moment. For me, the prospect of three plus days of being able to do just what I want was rather scary. The days seemed to stretch out almost interminably in front of me. Sure, I had books to read (and read two and a half of them) and I could do some writing – did a mockup of the Wikipedia entry for me as a bit of a laugh – and I could go for walks (and did) and I could spend some time thinking about God and praying. But I still felt the need of some sort of extra input. Probably if there’d been a program I would have rebelled against it. You just can’t please some people.
Anyway, it was an interesting experience, but I’m not sure that in spite of all the extra sleeping I did (popped back into bed on several occasions!) I actually came home refreshed. I got some sort of half-pie cold while away, which is still floating around. It’s making me feel tired, but hasn’t really got the feel of a full-blown cold about it somehow.
Everything’s ambiguous.
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