Barefoot By Choice

Last night I had a dream that I was at the end of a retreat. It was one of my retreats, through Wild Ground Writing. But instead of hugging people, making plans to reconnect over ZOOM, thanking them, being thanked, I was scrambling around under a table, cleaning up a mess of clutter: papers, craft […]

The Magic of the Retreat

I’ve been lucky to attend lots of retreats. There was a silent, five-day Vipassana meditation retreat back home in Ontario a couple of decades ago, and the memorable Sage Hill Writing Experience in 2014, where I spent two weeks working with an amazing group of women and poet Jan Zwicky. At that one, apart from […]