What an amazing couple of weeks. After a truly beautiful week with friends and family in Germany and Spain (post to follow), I ventured on my own to Micklepage, a 17th Century barn house in the heart of Sussex countryside, for a silent retreat.
My first retreat since Benedict was born a year ago (another post to follow – we celebrated his 1st birthday on Monday!), and the longest time I had been away from him – not easy, but grace-filled. Eoin stayed with his parents that week and they helped out with B, and I’m so grateful for their help.
The retreat was led by Fr Tom Dubois and the Foyer Community from France, and what a great retreat it was! We had Mass, praise and worship, talks, adoration and the rosary each day (it probably sounds quite intense but through the silence they flowed together so well… and if you’ve done a silent retreat before you know its no holiday haha!)
There were six other retreatants and all I knew about them were their names. And yet, after spending a week with them there was a real unity between us; I felt on some level I knew them in a much deeper way – it was very special. Silence really is a powerful thing.
I am so thankful for the retreat. Being a mother now, the silence and the time of prayer free from worry about your little one, is cherished time indeed.
This is the old farm house some of us stayed in:
This is from one of the walks I did each day:
And this was my room… It was a real struggle for me actually! I hate anything creepy-crawly and this room had plenty of them! God definitely took this opportunity to take away all my comforts and challenge my fears…