|Sketch of my Meditation Egg journal notes|
I arrived on a Friday night after a loooong Amtrak ride. I did a lot of writing in my journal, a little sketching (in public...not an easy thing for me to do) and a lot of listening to music on the way.
The retreat was held in an old nunnery, and I didn't even have any of that old knee-jerk reaction about feeling dirty or shamed or guilty.
|This is where the seminar was held.|
|Here's me, walking the meditation circle high on a hill in my hometown...|
a perfect ending to a weekend of introspection.