Aug 09 | Retreat Diary: Sunday

Hi, folks! If you thought I was done with serial entries you were wrong! Here are some selected and edited bits from the retreat diary I kept. I’d like to share some of the work I did based on some educational reading I brought with me, but a lot of my private prayer reflections will stay private. I’ll also be updating my Soundcloud page with some of the spoken word I wrote while I was there.

My trip over was a little stressful, but once I got to the centre I collapsed onto the couch and felt right at home again.

 I think my favourite type of clouds are cirrus clouds. There’s something about them that is somehow mystical. They are so delicate-looking, like spiderwebs or spun glass – like they might be sharp. Sometimes they are nearly opalescent.

For some reason I feel like I can already sense autumn. My body always feels like autumn comes in August, like some secret antennae perk up and begin to taste that sharpness that is coming – Holy Cross Day, Reign of Christ, and finally the quiet glory of Advent. I suppose it’s because autumn is my favourite time of year. It feels like new beginnings, fresh eagerness and bountiful harvests. The air is brisk and exciting, the joy of leaves.

-Clarity