Retreat

No, not the battle kind, the quiet contemplation kind.

Another camper here just said to me "I've had a week on my own here and it's wonderful - it feels like a retreat."

And I can see what she meant. The restful, perpetual rhythm of the waves on the shingle; the slow rise of the morning sun; the quiet noises of breakfasts being fixed. It just conspires to let your brain and soul detach from the insistent detritus of normal everyday life in our usual zones.

Clock time is irrelevant. The weather forecast is unnecessary because the weather will come when you see it. TV listings are pointless when there is no TV to watch or even think about. All of those things we are going to do are far less real than the pebbles at my feet.

And the best part is that no-one has sold this retreat to you. It is free. And nobody has promised to fix your problems for you. 

That's the whole point. Nobody can fix you from the outside. In fact you don't need fixing; you are yourself and fine the way you are. You just need to step back, stop thinking, and just be. 

Gosh it sounds like I just swallowed the 'Little book of Calm' 🙂