Good news peeps. I survived the retreat. It really was perfect. It started with a Thelma & Louise style roadtrip (but without the crime, police, Brad Pitt and clifftop-drive ending) with Sally and Eva. We eased into the weekend with afternoon tea and dinner at Shawn’s Summer Palace – walking up the driveway, with the gravel crunching under my feet I realised I really was Elizabeth Bennett; I didn’t know how much I loved Shawn until I saw his estate. Of course I proposed immediately. He’s thinking about it.
It was three days of bliss. There was no craft, but there was time time to contemplate the light through the leaves
time to notice the flowers,
really notice the flowers
aren’t flannel flowers just the best. Little bush daisies, I just love their simplicity and their texture, it’s so hard not to scoop them up and take them all home. I heard the Banksia men singing in the trees and thanked God for May Gibbs; her vision of the Australian bush has forever changed mine.
There was bushwalking and vegie food, yoga and meditation, silent contemplation. There were flies, more flies, even more flies and googly-eyed spiders. There was unbearable heat and lots of lounging around. There was spooning and crying, frivolous laughter, deep conversation and fun, silly silly fun.
For the last six months I’ve been enrolled in a course that is about coming home to yourself. There is no place like home, and all a girl really needs is a killer pair of red shoes, a lion, a tin man and a scarecrow plus the knowledge that you just need a splash of water to kill the wicked witch. I’ve been blessed to be part of the most incredible group of people. I have laughed with them, I have cried with them, I have cried with them some more, and in the early hours of this morning, after reaching out, I have been loved by them. And it’s the most incredible gift I’ve ever received. And I am grateful, extremely grateful.
It’s the final weeks of our course, we are on the downhill slide to the path of heart weekend, where we find out exactly what we’re here for. I’m not sure where my path is taking me, but I’m following the curves, and I hope that your path, like mine, is strewn with daisies.