
not even water
voles put up happily with
high-tide flooded nests156
infp, life & love, photo, poem & prose
not even water
voles put up happily with
high-tide flooded nests156
many the souls that
benefit from snowfall’s hushed
stilled and muffled peaceSRM – MM Haiku 116 Day 146
contemplation and
daily reflection led to
one hundred poemsSRM – MM Haiku 100 Day 130
life’s great beauty is
discovered in both sunlit
clear and misty daysSRM – MM Haiku 98 Day 128
a friend and I watch
out for daily festivals –
here is one of themSRM – MM Haiku 74 Day 104
A return from Retreat is to encounter how both we and our environments have changed. Emails and phone calls have been shared about the efforts required to adjust to ‘normality’ after five days and nights on Iona with an inspirational group of writers and poets.
We’re changing all the time, of course, like the lakeland colours above Ullswater close to home this morning. But Retreat helps us to step back awhile, to stop and notice the view.
I enjoy my daily routines – journaling included. But just as I was about to fret a bit about having missed a few days I remembered what this most recent retreat, and every retreat reminds me of: that it’s important sometimes, often even, to simply be rather than just do!