Bathroom facilities are down the hall. When I emerged from a stall to wash my hands a woman stuck her head in the room and I said “hello.” I hope I can stop myself from speaking aloud conventional greetings…
(later) There are twelve retreatants. There are two young women, about five I’d guess to be in in their forties (including our two men), and the rest of us are middle age…and more. We’d been told at dinner that we could talk. I was at the middle table with three others. Folks at tables on either side of us did chat; we did not. I guess I was properly seated at the introvert table.
There were no upfront instructions about the meal. Fortunately some folks knew – you went into the kitchen, grabbed a plate and served yourself. Finding #1 for the weekend: I am timid in a new situation and insufficiently bold in embracing the newness of discovery. Maybe God could work with me on that while I’m here…
At the short meeting at 7:15 pm we said our names, where we came from, and what was on our hearts. Four or five of the twelve were first timers like me. Folks came from Springfield, Worchester, Wakefield, Newton, and Moody Beach, ME (not all said). We read a prayer together at the end and are now in silence ‘til the end of the retreat.
Finding #2 is my lack of curiosity. At the meeting we just left the leader was trying not to get drug down into the details of things and said she believed that all this info was in the three ring binder in our rooms. Had I thought to even open it? No. Should I have Wouldn’t it have been a good way to get acquainted with the place and what’s available? Yes. Yes.
A distant air plane over head
The sound of my pen on paper
Occasional creaks in the building
Movement in a nearby room
Foot falls on the stairway
The dull sound of crashing waves – almost unidentifiable in the dark of night