Retreat

One week, together with a room of writers, ready to start a new project. I've spent the past week in Arizona, soaking in the parameters of the project and basking in the quiet of time to myself.

I think, sometimes, that the best thing the church offered me growing up was a chance to retreat. To travel, to meet new people, to shake up routines, to reflect. And I still need it. Five days away from daily chores and responsibilities, and even family. Five days to immerse myself in a project with others who share a passion for Christian education. Five days to soak in their wisdom and experience and excitement. Five days with plenty of time on my own, in my head, looking at my life & taking stock & giving thanks.

Right now I'm sitting outside on a warm spring night, most have left and I am waiting for a morning flight. I'm in that inbetween that defies words, wanting to capture a bit of the stillness, wanting to remember to pack all the ideas and excitement and thoughtful well-being so that I can put them to good use when the retreating is done and I return home.