Writing + Yoga Retreat Summer 2014

My view during morning meditation today. Perfect peace.

The trees are a hug, all around, full green, full bloom, fresh air. This weekend, the sun shone bright over the rolling landscape. I slept with the screen door open to the woods beyond.

The night brought perfect quiet and peace. It was as if we had stepped out of the crazy world for just a day or two, discovering that none of it needed to happen. None of the fighting, none of the war, none of the hate.

Still, it went on in other parts of the world. Here, we were inoculated against disturbance, going inward, writing and bending and stretching and finding the confidence to speak with our one true voice. Realizing that word can represent soul, and soul sits in the driver’s seat.

Morning yoga today at the Writing + Yoga Retreat with Lynne Golodner and Katherine Austin

I started the weekend by asking, who are you? We end by answering, how do others see you and how does that make you feel?

I am remembering my trip to India a few months ago. The perfect quiet, the different kind of peace.

Stepping out of our lives even for a day – better for longer – shows us what matters and what doesn’t. We have to go away in order to come home.

I can’t imagine a better way to live. At this moment, I can’t imagine how I ever let anxieties and insecurities take me over. I am watching my lovely retreaters do a very special last yoga class with Katherine Austin at the lead and see people brave enough to let loose, to open up, to go free.

My room number at Shanty Creek. Auspicious week. Pray for what you want. You just might get it.

I can’t imagine a better way to live. The day begins with meditation and encounters hills and dips and flavors and scents along the way and then at the end, we slip into sleep, alive, bright, to awaken again as if for the first time.

I am so surrounded by love. From where I sit, it’s like a swirl of energy, big clouds I can’t see but know they are there. I see perfect wonderful precious souls in the people here. I see the beautiful people whom I call friends, who call me friend, who blanket my path with gold.

I can’t imagine a better way to live.

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