I was tempted to say 'bloggage,' given the continued attack of writer's block I mentioned last week. A quick search on 'retreats,' shows this is no new thing for me; it's become a part of the landscape at this time of year for me to emerge from the wilds of the countryside gawping like a stranded guppy. Earlier in the year Opinionated Vicar's reflections on his IGR at St Beunos prompted me to try to articulate some thoughts on changes in my own prayer. These changes wove their way almost effortessly into my own time recently at the same retreat centre and have come out with me as seamlessly. Which isn't to say, of course, that everything was plain sailing. On the contrary, but underneath the struggles I always had this deep down sense of 'all will be well.' The nearest I can get to describing my spiritual state is to liken it to a radio: yes, it took some 'tuning in,' and at times I wasn't quite sure which station I was headed for, yet for the first time for as long as I can remember, there was a complete absence of interference, static and crackle. And a discernible deepening amd moving closer to God which even a hard of hearing Greenpatch was able to pick up on. More than that, I simply can't say.
Far better to leave you with a picture of the beautiful grounds surrounding St Beunos; they speak far louder than words.
Et tu, Miffe?
Posted by: Mike Farley | November 10, 2011 at 01:35 PM