Tuesday, 22 July 2008

Rod - Guitar Maestro!

Sammi, (received after seeing the blog entries)
Such beautiful words and pictures.
The pictures taken during the three and a half minutes of sunshine..!!!!

Thank you and Iain for the Retreat - it was truly a deep experience which I am still only beginning to take in. Love , Rod

Sunday, 20 July 2008

Diary of Dartmoor

Diana - Queen Homeopath!

Dear Sammi,

Thank you so much for last week. Your insight, care and love made it a joy to attend.

Om Shanti

Yvonne - Our Diva!

Dear Sammi and Iain (of course)

An utterly unforgettable retreat this year and it has given me a great deal to ponder over!!

I am grateful for your love and friendship and for your generosity in sharing your knowledge.

A big thank you with Love.

River Dart after Rain in July - Val

Treading downhill carefully, step by step,

Tumbling streams forge channels through the path,

Moss and young fir cones lie in pools washed down by rain.

The green banks are a jungle of ferns and blackberries still in blossom and bud,

Patterned with delicate flowers of yellow and pink.

Purple foxgloves stand erect like spires.

Walking through grass shimmering with raindrops to the River;

Sound of rushing water increasing with each step:

The River, black, in spate, violent in its speed and flow.

Trees on the banks bent back by its force and power.

It crashes against rocks, creating whirling eddies of foam.

Swirling water glints momentarily in the rays of the sun.

I sit on a rock, wonder at the savage beauty of the River.

Then, gaze beyond at the undulating lines of green hills:

Cows graze or lie down in distant meadows.

I wonder what nests in the hollow tree by my side?

I close my eyes: listen, every sense alive.

My soul is filled with Peace.

ULA - LA - LA!

Where is the sense in this?

You may well ask. And soon you'll get the answer:

Don't ask. There are no questions here.

Because, you see, the sense is like a dancer -

A shifting shape, to leave and re-appear.

It's in the room, the scent, the feeling,

the voice we hear, the silence we all share.

The sense is in the mysteries we're revealing,

and in the breath of which we are aware.

It's in the wind outside, the movement,

the flows, the stretches, even our sweat.

It's in the ease in which we find improvement,

the hands we hold, the glances we've just met.

Does this make sense? It does and doesn't.

Don't search, don't tear yourself apart.

No use to think about was and wasn't,

but just what is: the sense is in the heart.


Well Well Well! What was all the fuss about? All the fear?

The best ever retreat in our beautiful haven in Dartmoor. The peace was palpable.

Commitment to time and practise was 100% attendence. So.....what you put in.....you get out.

There were personal shifts which were not always 'easy' but which were supported by the group energy, the personal present moment awareness and the space.

But above all - the unconditional love.

A few testimonials have already arrived and they follow, herewith. Two come as prose/poems

and I am awaiting a song.......... creative them there yogis!

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti


Photos encore

Silent Retreat Photos

Eleven go quiet in the Country!