I usually go on retreat every winter time at the beginning of the new year. I used to go to Kri Palu out in Massachusetts every year. One year I tried going to the Svinananda Yoga Ranch out in upstate New York.
Last year and this year I and my friends put together our own retreats. To name just some of our activites, there are discussions, sharing circles, meditation, healthy food, late-into-the-evening-chit-chats with friends old and new, and a good dose of laughter here and there. Oh, so needed for renewal and truly retreating from the outer world and its materialistic trappings and ego-based illusions. Here are my friends reflections on this retreat:
My own simple reflections for now:
Last night of the retreat. The lake was as still as a mirror.
i dreamed. i ate yummy food. i laughed. i cried. i jumped up and down and shrieked with joy. i posed. i grimaced. i yawned. i slept. i sneezed. i gave a careless whisper or two. i meditated. i took a walk and stepped on mud. i breathed a sigh of relief. i shared. i listened. i lost myself in giggles. i learned new things. i saw a mumo. i sketched. i wrote. i prayed. i remembered ancient pain and released it. i made taho-ginger-calamansi-tea. i watched a boat bear gifts of remembrance and gratitude. i saw the birds fly in a spiral above us. i gazed at a lake as still as a mirror. i breathed. and then i heard of the ancients’ joy. thanks to my kindred souls at the retreat.
My own simple reflections for now:
Last night of the retreat. The lake was as still as a mirror.
i dreamed. i ate yummy food. i laughed. i cried. i jumped up and down and shrieked with joy. i posed. i grimaced. i yawned. i slept. i sneezed. i gave a careless whisper or two. i meditated. i took a walk and stepped on mud. i breathed a sigh of relief. i shared. i listened. i lost myself in giggles. i learned new things. i saw a mumo. i sketched. i wrote. i prayed. i remembered ancient pain and released it. i made taho-ginger-calamansi-tea. i watched a boat bear gifts of remembrance and gratitude. i saw the birds fly in a spiral above us. i gazed at a lake as still as a mirror. i breathed. and then i heard of the ancients’ joy. thanks to my kindred souls at the retreat.
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| Last night of the retreat. The lake was as still as a mirror. |
i dreamed. i ate yummy food. i laughed. i cried. i jumped up and down and shrieked with joy. i posed. i grimaced. i yawned. i slept. i sneezed. i gave a careless whisper or two. i meditated. i took a walk and stepped on mud. i breathed a sigh of relief. i shared. i listened. i lost myself in giggles. i learned new things. i saw a mumo. i sketched. i wrote. i prayed. i remembered ancient pain and released it. i made taho-ginger-calamansi-tea. i watched a boat bear gifts of remembrance and gratitude. i saw the birds fly in a spiral above us. i gazed at a lake as still as a mirror. i breathed. and then i heard of the ancients’ joy. thanks to my kindred souls at the retreat.
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