RETREAT INTO Creativity
Dec 21, 2021
2 minutes
It’s dawn, and I’m doing yoga by the open window in my attic room, relishing the view of a pink sun coming up over the Shropshire Hills while listening to birdsong. Between asanas, I dash to a notepad lying on my desk to scribble something down. I’m in the middle of giving birth to a poem, and the lines won’t stop coming.
I’m on a five-night Arvon. A little thrill goes through me, and also a feeling of relief – that the retreat is actually working, because I’m writing.
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