It starts with the person beside me leaning over, peering at what lies in front of me on the long wooden table: smudges of pulped colour on linen. I return the favour, taking in their artistic endeavour. I catch their eye. There’s a pause in which their nostrils flare and their eyes water with the effort of suppressing the snort that makes it out anyway. I answer, not with words, but by collapsing into laughter. A connection made. A surge of joy and a sudden sense of freedom bubbling up. Flashbacks to classroom days full of furtive glances and giggles, checking the progress of others. But I’m not in a classroom; I’m sitting at a table in the open air under wide Norfolk skies, and I’m on a retreat
The power of RETREAT
Jan 17, 2023
6 minutes
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