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On Retreat, part two

The retreat center was as beautiful as Mart promised.  It’s called GilChrist, but welcomes all faiths.  Our room had a meditation mat and cushion and an altar with a hawk feather, a turkey feather, and a candle.  I felt amazingly … Continue reading

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On Retreat, part one

I’ve had the fantasy of running away for a long time.  In reality, my life is damn near perfect, but I love the idea of going away to write: no emails, no housework, no dishes, no litter boxes, no play … Continue reading

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