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Date: 26 April 2008 21:17:52
Having yesterday cancelled my place at a seminar on hospitality I was going to today, and instead booked in last minute for a Quiet Day at the local retreat place, I duly dragged myself out of bed and joined three other ladies and the retreat leader to be quiet in a very pleasant house and garden up the road (I do like having retreats I can walk to). This particular day was focused on Julian of Norwich, of whom I am a big fan (not Julian of Norwocj whom I just typed by mistake and who is obviously Polish - or possibly Pilish).
I actually learned some new stuff about Julian, which surprised me, and I also sat in the sunshine holding a hazelnut and trying, not very successfully, to imagine it was 'all that is made'. But by the second session I was definitely dropping off, so instead of walking or praying I lay down and fell fast asleep, waking up twenty minutes after lunch had started (fortunately there was food left). In the third session I coloured, quite badly and with dried up felt tips, a rather twee drawing of Julian done by a nun. All in all it was quite a refreshing time but would have been better if one of the ladies had not obviously gone to chatter rather than being quiet.
Next weekend I hope to go on a proper retreat down in Sussex, with two overnights. I need it really badly. Everything makes me cry at the moment.