No Chairs for Old Women?
The retreat center was off a county road in a snow covered field with a majestic view of the mountains. I turned in at the welcome sign and parked in the dirt lot behind the building. I entered through heavy wooden doors. Every square foot of this place was spectacular. Outside was cold and sunny; inside was relief and inspiration. Recover Your Soul Retreat (That's a rattling title.) An advertisement on social media caught my eye. A half day, new year's retreat with guided meditation, journaling and sacred rituals. I clicked the link and was led to a woman who runs Recover Your Soul counseling, podcast and retreats. Fee paid, directions sent and now I know Reverend Rachel. Hi Rachel! It's nice to meet you. I am exploring writing more. A journaling retreat seemed like a way to take a step forward. During the humdrum days of covid, I signed up for several bird watching walks with a local naturalist and a nature writing course at the Botanic Gardens. These were the highl
