I’m back from my magical retreat with a lot to think about.
A retreat is not a vacation—particularly not a retreat you’re putting on. I need to remember that.
We go to a location I love, out in the forest among cedar trees, doing ritual by herb and flower gardens. The grounds host a pond, a hot tub, and a house with a wraparound porch.
But it’s not a bed-and-breakfast visit, rather an opportunity to do spiritual work.
We sought counsel from dreams. I don’t know why it should surprise me, here and now, that some of these dreams were nightmares. We held the space; we offered interpretation. I’m happy with our work.
Still, some dreams are sent to caution us. I’ll be thinking about these dreams in the next weeks.