Silent Walk to St Raphael's and Huccaby Bridge.

We walked in silence down the lane and through the ancient woods. We crossed the road with awareness and down another lane to reach St Raphael's Church. The only Anglican Church dedicated to St Raphael in the country. He is a Healer and also a patron saint of travellers.

In silence we prayed, repeated mantras and reflected on the beauty within and without.The church is a welcome refuge in the midst of a weathered moor.

We continued in silence down to the river and to the flowing waters of Huccaby bridge to lay in the sun and wonder at the beauty surrounding us. Are we not so priviliged to be present?

St Raphael's Church - Huccaby - the one and only

Silent Retreat - Silent Walk

Louise and Theresa Kind words of Thanks

Louise
Yes, really..Love and Gratitude for creating such a wonderful place to 'be'. I came back more relaxed than ever.
Blue lights eh? British Gas..A Tardis? No just the result of my heart singing.
Take care and see you in September. Left me with food for thought till then!

Theresa
Dear Sammi and Iain
Thank you both for making the retreat in Devon an amazing experience for me. It was wonderful to spend time in such a beautiful surroundings and to be at peace in the silence.
My spiritual journey is not always easy but you are both an inspiration to me ..Love

Poems Dartmoor 2009

Val’s Poem Dartmoor 2009

River Dart Morning

The path twists and turns along the river bank,
Earth trodden down, interlaced with roots and branches;
Always the sound of the river, cascading over boulders.
Water: the source of life.

Woods: a green world of leaves and ferns,
A cloud hides the sun, a sense of menace and mystery descends.
Dappled with sunlight , a place of magic.



Evening Brimpts Farm
Shadows lengthen in the evening sun,
White clouds glide gently across a blue sky,
Swallows swoop and dive.
The breeze bathes my face.
A stonechat on the gatepost calls
Warning as the farm cat prowls.
Bees hum among the flowers and grasses.
The rest is silence.

For Sammi, who always lifts the clouds and brings magic and
Silence into our busy lives.

Poems Dartmoor 2009

Devon Retreat 2009 Ula’s Poem

Summing Up

Midges to moonrise Moonrise to sunrise
Sunrise to yawn Yawn to stretch
Stretch to mantra Mantra to mat
Mat to prana Prana to dog
Dog to cobra Cobra to child
Child to grown-up Grown-up to tears
Tears to laughter Laughter to silence
Silence to circle Circle to hands
Hands to let go Let go to acceptance
Acceptance to peace

Poems from Retreat 2009

Vips Poem Dartmoor 2009

What a magic place and time we have had.
You are on your own in silence - but never alone - sharing your days with birds singing, colourful butterflies, rabbits playing in the grass, wild horses and cows - dramatic landscapes with exceptional beauty in any weather.

It has been the same for thousands of years.

The meadows are covered with wild flowers at its best and dancing grasses in the wind plus fresh water streams.

This opens your eyes to a new consciousness you are privileged to have experienced.
With our yoga practices in such a fantastic place makes you understand that all is one.