I don’t want it be Day Four. I want this retreat to last forever. I understand, again, how my people feel on retreat. You are so fed, you can’t imagine it ending. BIG AHA THIS MORNING Embarrassed to admit it but I have been having trouble writing partially because I forgot who I was writing [...]

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I’m hitting the wall. I’m wondering what the hell is this project I’m writing and why did I ever think I could do it? I’m dreaming of opening a cheese shop. I tell myself, The wall is natural. You have coached hundreds and hundreds of women through the wall. It’s almost always part of being [...]

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Last night, a group conversation about suffering and love. That doesn’t sound like much fun, does it? Oh but it was. It was a poem written in the air (it helps there are so many poets here). It was grieving – new and ancient – shared. It was futility peered at: is there any point [...]

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Settling, morning spent making notes, reading Parker Palmer and Mark Nepo. The soul’s conversation (I do not use those words metaphorically, rather factually) eddies, floats, surges carrying us some place rich and new and beyond words.  It is the kind of conversation I always long for, where metaphor and story and juicy factiods meet and [...]

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