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It can mean different things to different people, but to me it's a few days spent with friends in a lodge surrounded by fields and trees, open skies and star filled nights.
It is golden trees,
BIG trees, and
silence deep enough to hear condensation from the trees hitting the carpet of leaves below.
It is long shadows
and hikes.
It is a place to sit and relax together
or alone.
A place in which to create art: big
and small.
A vast space in which to hammer away on a tiny piece of silver
A small jewel of a chapel for morning prayers and compline.
and sock synchronicity.
St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church's annual retreat at the Bishop's Ranch in Healdsburg, 75 miles north of San Francisco, where I just spent two half days and one whole day filled with all this and much, much more.
