Ten days spent amongst mountains. Half at a not-a-retreat-at-all that somehow felt like a retreat. Off the radar and mostly offline, but not by any conscious choice and with the benefit of inspirational company, friendly hospitality and French food. A week of feeling simultaneously like some kind of odd-ball-would-be-shoulin-monk, a ninja, batman or occasionally just a slightly scared over active kid.
0530 starts and runs before dawn. Climbing through church rafters and bridge beams at midnight, leaping, vaulting, scrambling, stumbling.
Duelling dragons, aching pains, stretching, growing, self-assurance and reassurance.
The discovery that sometimes a small semi hard sports ball can be your best friend and that sometimes mountains are much larger in your mind than when they are under feet.
Down the mountain.
To the lake.
To the city.
“This is water.”
“This is life too.”
Gratitude. Gratitude abounds.