Day 7 - Quiet Day
Today was quiet day, and we spent the entire day not speaking. I really enjoyed it, as I have probably needed the space to just process and turn things over in my mind, to colour in, make bread, walk around trying to find people who are hiding, wonder around the pond, and treasure hunt in silence.
I had time to finally sit and really listen to myself. I think this is what I am trying to say. I needed very much to listen to myself, more than ever. I was really productive, colouring a whole mandala, writing a great deal, making a piece of bread, then walking around the pond whilst I waited for it to cook.
We had a silent lunch together by the cabin, with these strange form of lunch box, which I still can not get over, or my head around.
After lunch I walked the maze, in some deep contemplative space, where the maze began to symbolise how I experience life, and other really deep metaphors. After that deep revelation, we played a game of sardines, and I was the first to hide. I rushed my choice of hiding place, and managed to end up under a pine tree with a bunch of hover flies who might have been wasps, and some uncomfortable pine needles to sit on.
When everyone had found me, it was the last person's turn to hide. It took ages for me to locate this said person, when I finally checked the other side of the garden. They were making owl noises, to aid in the discovery. I was freaking out silently that perhaps they had gone missing, and what to do in the event of this happening...perhaps it was a little premature to start worrying in that fashion.
We returned to the little room, and I continued reading the Celtic oracle book I had found sometime after lunch but before the game. It seemed to fit my urge to start searching for my own answers from within myself, and really being able to discern for myself. I wasn't looking for fortune telling, just an interesting way of thinking about the issues in my life. I have a lot of indecision, and I suspect, not a great deal of advice will actually help right now.
The beak from having to talk to anyone was so good that I actually didn't want to start speaking again. I did eventually transition out of the none speaking state, but it was only when I felt pressured with a group of talking people around me. And then I struggled to actually get the words out. I wanted to listen to people more, and really consider what I said.
I am still in that space sitting here in my room....
I had time to finally sit and really listen to myself. I think this is what I am trying to say. I needed very much to listen to myself, more than ever. I was really productive, colouring a whole mandala, writing a great deal, making a piece of bread, then walking around the pond whilst I waited for it to cook.
We had a silent lunch together by the cabin, with these strange form of lunch box, which I still can not get over, or my head around.
After lunch I walked the maze, in some deep contemplative space, where the maze began to symbolise how I experience life, and other really deep metaphors. After that deep revelation, we played a game of sardines, and I was the first to hide. I rushed my choice of hiding place, and managed to end up under a pine tree with a bunch of hover flies who might have been wasps, and some uncomfortable pine needles to sit on.
When everyone had found me, it was the last person's turn to hide. It took ages for me to locate this said person, when I finally checked the other side of the garden. They were making owl noises, to aid in the discovery. I was freaking out silently that perhaps they had gone missing, and what to do in the event of this happening...perhaps it was a little premature to start worrying in that fashion.
We returned to the little room, and I continued reading the Celtic oracle book I had found sometime after lunch but before the game. It seemed to fit my urge to start searching for my own answers from within myself, and really being able to discern for myself. I wasn't looking for fortune telling, just an interesting way of thinking about the issues in my life. I have a lot of indecision, and I suspect, not a great deal of advice will actually help right now.
The beak from having to talk to anyone was so good that I actually didn't want to start speaking again. I did eventually transition out of the none speaking state, but it was only when I felt pressured with a group of talking people around me. And then I struggled to actually get the words out. I wanted to listen to people more, and really consider what I said.
I am still in that space sitting here in my room....
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