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By October 3, 2019October 23rd, 2019Blog, News

My eldest son Kieran was a bit mystified when I told him I was going on silent retreat for a week. “What are you going to do?” he asked. “Good question”, I replied. And my youngest son Sean was surprised (pleasantly, I think) when I phoned him a day into the retreat. “I thought you weren’t allowed to speak!” he said. “It’s your birthday”, I explained.

I had come to Noddfa, a big old house in a stunning location on the North Wales coast and whose name in Welsh means place of rest or refuge. To the front of the house are views over the beautiful Conwy Bay and to the back are the steep, bare hills of Snowdonia which rise rapidly to 1,000 feet in height. Following my birthday greetings to Sean I switched off the phone and gradually sank into the silence. With reference to Kieran’s question, I walked a lot, for one thing: up in the hills, and along by the sea. I even swam in the sea the first couple of days when the weather was still warm. It was pretty fresh at the end of September, but nice!

Besides all the walking I also took the time to just sit, whether on a bench in the garden or down at the seafront café with a cup of tea and a slice of bara brith (Welsh fruit cake). It was a week of living quite simply and slowly. I noticed as the days went by that my breathing had become slower and deeper. Even my walking slowed down. I wasn’t in such a hurry, and I was a bit more mindful of what was around me: the touch of a leaf, the sight of a squirrel eating a nut, the shiny feel of a conker, walking barefoot in the lush green grass or on the beach, the gentle sound of rain in the trees or on my face as I was out for a stroll (it was Wales; there was quite a lot of rain!). Eating becomes more of a sensory experience when on retreat. I enjoyed looking at the colours and textures of the food, the touch of certain things, and the careful chewing and an increased awareness of the taste. Half way through the week during breakfast I suddenly noticed the subtle pictures on the cereal bowl (I don’t normally eat cereal but I thought ‘I’m on retreat, let’s go mad’!). Those pictures on the bowls must have been there to start with but I just hadn’t really seen them! So I suppose what I did during that week was begin to notice, to be a little more aware of the world around me, of what I was eating, seeing, listening to; also of what was happening within me. There were the ups and downs in mood that take place in any week, but there was the opportunity on retreat to be a bit more conscious about this.

It was a deeply creative week for me. I hadn’t written a song for nearly two years but had brought a guitar just in case ‘something happened’. Well, goodness me did something happen! My retreat guide (who I spoke to each day) encouraged me to write a song and I ended up writing four. I sang three of them at the masses which took place each afternoon for the group of about ten people on retreat, and a woman said to me one day “that song really struck a chord”. I was touched as the week went on how (away from the usual ‘distractions’ of daily life) I seemed to be becoming not just more attuned to certain deeper ‘movements’ (for want of a better word) within myself but also in the group. Half way through the retreat I’d been thinking to myself that, although it was nice to be there, in silence and walking in the hills and eating nice food (there was also cake every afternoon!) nothing really ‘spectacular’ was happening but then found a book in the library about dreams and had gone to bed having read about Carl Jung’s theory of the collective unconscious. I woke the next morning having had a dream which not only featured a young man playing on the guitar a great and original version of an old song (seemed very significant!) but also appeared to have a reference to the collective unconscious. I thought ‘yes, something quite interesting does seem to happening here’! For the last couple of days of the retreat I was increasingly aware of a whole range of remarkable connections and of threads coming together.

Returning from retreat is never easy, and when back into the usual hubbub of life there’s the question ‘did that really happen?’ One of the bible stories I prayed with during the week was where Jesus takes some of the apostles with him up a mountain and is transfigured and joined by Moses and Elijah. Peter remarks “it is wonderful to be here”, and he offers to build tents there on the mountain top. This suggests to me the desire to remain in the place of peak experience. However, just as Peter and the others had to come back down the mountain, so too must we return from retreat or holiday or whatever. Life must go on, with all its ups and downs. But I assure myself that what happened in that week at Noddfa really did happen, and it really was wonderful to be there.


Eddie Gilmore

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  • Rory Curran says:

    Gorgeous and very thought provoking Eddie.
    Thanks for another sensory treat – I trakced with you as you described the slowing and the stillness. Keep dreaming my friend, keep dreaming!

  • Jim O'Connor says:

    I got the picture and the sense to the point of shivering going into the Irish Sea! Tranquility, peace, contemplation, awareness, conentment echoed.

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