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Being here is like living in a painting. And, mercy of mercies, its not as hot as forecast.  The clouds arrived yesterday like the cavalry to save us from the relentless Maniototo sky.

People who have taken the time and gone to the expense of being here are serious about their inner lives and yesterday a few of them came to chat with me, laying out the issues they have brought with them and speaking about possible paths through the next few days ahead. My task is to listen and try not to get in the way. The ones who have done this before know that a retreat takes on its own life and its not possible to predict what might have happened by the time they leave on Friday. But what is certain is that something will have happened.

The place is spacious. Skies, hills, open valleys, clouds are all huge. So is this venue and so is the time. There is plenty of space for all that needs to happen. I walk for some time in the hills every day, taking my camera as a means of teaching myself to see.

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Greg Hughson said…
Thank you Kelvin for this amazing photo, this reflection and your leadership of the retreat.

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