My Own Retreat
I was eating a few minutes ago (I skipped the usual eating time because I was a bit sleepy. Just asked them to put my plate in the microwave.) alone in the dining area (with the dog). I was eating silently for a few minutes until I pasued. Then, a word popped into my mind. Suddenly, I lost grip of the cutlery and tears started forming. I was sitting there, alone (besides the dog), like a crying stone. A million thoughts suddenly flooded my mind, bringing with them more tears.
I tried to get it over by organizing my thoughts, but the more I understood what happened, what didn't, and what could have happened, it started to hurt, and more tears flowed.
I guess I'm not exempted from having a retreat after all.
It just so happened that I won't be sharing it with friends. Or that I'll be finding for God.
I'll be looking at who I was, what I am, and who I am.
I'll be rediscovering myself, and only I can do that. Alone.
I tried to get it over by organizing my thoughts, but the more I understood what happened, what didn't, and what could have happened, it started to hurt, and more tears flowed.
I guess I'm not exempted from having a retreat after all.
It just so happened that I won't be sharing it with friends. Or that I'll be finding for God.
I'll be looking at who I was, what I am, and who I am.
I'll be rediscovering myself, and only I can do that. Alone.