Retreat

I did manage to get to St Beuno's eventually, and they'd saved me some dinner. It was, as ever, an extraordinarily grace filled few days, albeit in a very different way from my previous visit. It's quite difficult to talk about the important things that happened there in a way that doesn't sound cliched, and trying to do so is one of the rare times when I feel my lack of artistic or poetic skill more keenly, but if you can just imagine me sitting quietly with a look of pure joy, somehow perfectly calm and crackling with energy at the same time then you probably understand at least as well as anything I'd be able to convey with words.

Easier than trying to find words for the movement of the spirit is sharing some photos of some of my adventures whilst I was there. On Tuesday I took myself off to Prestatyn, a seaside town about 9 miles walk from the retreat house. ( Read more... )