For some years I have been facilitating retreat weekends in the Blue Mountains. This has been both a learning experience and an opportunity to engage with spirit. The learning has been so profound that any attempt to elucidate it contracts its breadth. We however live in a world of random symbols that take on self constructed meaning, and so pictorially and textually I offer the reader an opportunity to follow, see, read and engage in the holy space of imagining and enter the journey.
Participants gather on a Friday evening, mostly strangers to each other, often holding unconsciously the raw, insistent beat of the city they have just left behind. It takes time for the settling down of the pulse, the pauses between the excited and rapid judgments, the opening of the heart space to allow a new quality of perception to make itself felt. But it does, and within a contracted period that seems like forever, friendships are formed, silent appreciation of the beauty of each moment forges new pathways of connectedness. We become the love we seek.