Tag: retreat

  • Why go on a retreat? And where to go in the UK and Spain

    This post appeared first in one of my monthly newsletters in March 2019. I reprint it here for your convenience with a few updates, set out in this quotation format.

    Last month, after I returned from some days on retreat in a gorgeous setting in West Yorkshire, a friend asked on social media:

    Have you written about a solo retreat experience? My heart yearns for one but I’ve not found anything [where I live]… Something calls me to go away and BE. QUIET.

    As I replied to her, yes, I wrote an article some years ago for Woman Alive called “The Sound of Silence” in which I tell about arriving at a wonderful convent in Maryland and finding myself reading a murder mystery – because I was running from God while reverberating with the pain of a broken relationship. (This was my very first article ever published in Woman Alive, the wonderful monthly women’s magazine for which I’ve run the book club for some thirteen years!) In the article I explore the importance of seeking silence in a world with so many sounds and voices competing for our attention, drawing on the fine books by Dallas Willard and Richard Foster on the spiritual disciplines.

    Here I would like to explore one main idea of what you can do on retreat along with a few others that you could embrace, along with some suggestions of where to go (Europe based). I should also say that if you’re energized by being with people, you might think a retreat for a day or four days is a prison sentence, not a life-giving practice. We all need to find what works for us – a retreat/holiday such as those I lead at El Palmeral (details below) could be just the right thing if you are looking for some time with people and the opportunity for times on your own.


    Looking back to see God and ourselves – a main focus on my recent retreat was to look back. As I wrote in Finding Myself in Britain (FMIB) in the chapter looking at New Year’s traditions, each year I like to look back over my prayer journals as a way of reviewing the year with God. I note highlights and lowlights, and see not only how I sensed God’s presence, wisdom, and direction but what was going on in my soul, emotions, family, friendships, and work. The journals bring back memories I may have forgotten, but more importantly, they reveal my relationship with God and what’s going on in my soul.

    As I said in FMIB:

    Out of my prayer times are ideas birthed, dreams documented, damning words of irritation or frustration or self-centredness confessed, forgiveness received, and hope imparted. I easily forget what I learned in the past, and so my yearly practice is a good way to refresh my memory.

    When I sat down in front of the amazing view of the Yorkshire hills while on retreat last month, I knew that I was behind in this what-I-like-to-call yearly practice. But I didn’t realize just how long ago I’d last summarized the year gone by. I realized, with sadness, that I needed to start reading from 2015. That’s when I was finishing off the draft of FMIB and journeying to its release later in the year, with all of the struggle to find my voice as a writer along with the joy and wonder at the end of the year of being a Published Author. Then onto 2016 with the juggling of delving into my MA in Christian spirituality with writing The Living Cross, my Lenten exploration of forgiveness, with some family hardships we experienced at the end of that year with Nicholas’s mother dying unexpectedly and suddenly. I remembered so clearly when reading through the entries in 2017 my angst with the MA, and needing to find confidence in my ability to think and reason in the academic setting (which I finally found right at the very end while writing my dissertation). And last year was to be for replenishment, but I saw how my many writing and speaking engagements didn’t leave much time for true rest.

    That’s a list of my big activities over the past four years, but what’s more important is the relationship with God and those close to me that I see reflected in the pages. Might you embark on some kind of looking-back exercise of this sort? (In a later newsletter I’ll write about the Ignatian practice of examen, which is a daily looking back.)

    Experiencing God in creation – I love getting out into the countryside when on retreat. Walking takes me out of living too much in my head, which can be a danger for introverts. As I gaze at the wonder of trees, birds, flowers, and other parts of creation, I am led to a prayer of thanksgiving. Climbing a hill gets my heart pumping and makes me thankful for working limbs. Coming upon a stream of clear water refreshes me and makes me slow down. You can take a mini-retreat anytime you can find somewhere to walk – we have a brook in North London not far from us that feels like a slice away from city life.

    Time in God’s word – a retreat can provide a wonderful time to immerse ourselves in the Bible. Perhaps you could focus in on a short passage to ponder and chew over, or to engage with imaginatively.

    Rest – a main feature I think of any retreat is to rest and be. So many of us are tired and worn out, needing some time to find refreshment through sleep and not having to do anything. We can also be renewed through creative activities, such as coloring, painting, sewing, or photography. The important point about any of these activities is to use them as a means of drawing closer to God, and not getting so submerged into the actual activity that we lose our focus.

    Onto the recommendations of where to go on retreat…

    El Palmeral, near Alicante in Spain

    fantastic place for a retreat/holiday with British hosts Julie and Mike Jowett. They give a warm welcome in their wonderful surroundings, which include elegant rooms, a stunning pool, gardens to explore including a labyrinth, a well-stocked library filled with Christian and general-market books, and a living room that has a high-quality projector for movies. I have to mention the food too, for the cooking is Spanish and sumptuous. The outdoor chapel hosts daily Celtic prayer in the morning and at night for compline.

    I can’t recommend this glorious place enough! You can go there for a led retreat or a time-out retreat.

    Westwood Christian Centre, near Huddersfield

    This converted church is where I went in February for my personal retreat. I had simply amazing views out of the windows in my studio flat, which fed my soul (especially as much of the day the sunlight streams through the window). It’s self-catering and I love that I didn’t have to engage in any program. The only downer was that I didn’t find any great countryside walks from there, instead having to drive on those scary country roads to get to a National Trust walk (and yes, I should invest in an Ordinance Survey map, shouldn’t I).

    Lee Abbey, Devon

    My daughter and I just returned from a wonderful mums-and-daughters weekend at the  Beacon Centre at Lee Abbey. I’d led a retreat last March at the main house, and so hadn’t been to the Beacon before. We loved the weekend! The theme was Beloved: Embracing our identity in Christ, and there were about 30 of us mothers and daughters, along with a fantastic team from around the world. We had our talks on the subject and then did a host of activities, from the zip wire to orienteering to the climbing wall and archery. I found it so special to be able to spend the time with my daughter, and to meet other likeminded women and their girls.

    Lee Abbey is a special place in North Devon. They have loads of programs and weekends that you can explore, including if you want to save some money to stay at the Beacon but go to the events at the main house. We were comfy in our room at the Beacon and the food was tasty.

    This is a fantastic place to go if you’d like to get outside with spectacular views over the Bristol Channel. One of the girls swam in the bay before she and her mother left last Sunday – braver than I’d be!

    I’m leading a retreat on 7 Ways to Pray in April 2022 there. Their program isn’t yet published but check out their website closer to the time to register.

    Mulberry House, Essex

    wonderful place. The Nationwide Christian Trust runs it not only for Christian events but hires it out for general use too – I’m sure many a wedding has been photographed with the bride and groom standing on the picturesque bridge over the pond (as above). The food there is fabulous! And there are lots of little places to escape on the property if the weather is fine – and a couple of hermitages (summer houses) if not.

    Shekinah Christian Trust, Lancashire

    I’ve only spent one night in this retreat house (with the gorgeous view above), but enjoyed the best night of sleep in months there! It’s in beautiful surroundings in the rural countryside, which I wished I would have had time to explore. I went there after an exhausting Christian publishing conference, and before I was speaking at a church in Altrincham, and felt so refreshed just from my few hours in this welcoming place. Sleep is healing!

    Penhurst Retreat Centre in East Sussex (Added in 2021)

    How I enjoyed leading the first group of six people (the number allowed by the government) in the first retreat upon reopening because of the coronavirus pandemic. We all felt a bit odd after such a long time on our own – I was stumbling over words a plenty during that first session. But slowly we emerged and found our way again, and what a delight to do it here at Penhurst.

    Not only is the home amazing – gorgeous, welcoming, well fitted – but the team has such a hospitable and welcoming approach. And the food is gorgeous too.

    Have a look at their offerings. They were created as a haven for mission partners, and still have a good means of ministering to them, but they host many other weeks too, such as individually guided retreats and led retreats. I’ll be leading my 7 Ways to Pray retreat there in June 2022 (info will be on their website and how to book by September 2021).

    I hope this list of retreat places is helpful – sorry not to have any recommendations on the other side of the Atlantic. Send me a list of your favorite places and I’d be happy to send out an updated list.
  • Glimpses of wonder: Photos from Spain

    I woke early this morning, still on Spanish time. Yes, I know it’s only an hour difference, but I like the thought of a wee bit of jetlag as I reflect on the week at El Palmeral and move back into family life in London. Jetlag – especially the proper “I’ve crossed many time zones” jetlag – can be a means not only of adjusting our bodies to the different culture, but our hearts and minds too. I feel we leave a bit of our hearts in the places we’ve been, especially when we leave dear people behind. These longings reflect our deepest longings for our Home and Homemaker.

    In Spain I try to take photographs that make me pause. The beauty of people and a much different climate and plants that I’m used to jolt me into wonder and thanks to a God who oozes creativity. Enjoy these photos, perhaps pausing to ponder.

    Most mornings I’d be greeted by an amazing sunrise. “Morning by morning, new mercies I see…”

    Many of our free moments were spent enjoying the pool.

    Sun rising behind the cacti.

    Date palm trees.

    Makes me think of Jesus turning water into wine.

    These flowers smell as good as they look! There’s a wall of them close to one of the sunloungers I enjoyed making my own. (Hey, I am 1/4 German. And I wasn’t keeping anyone from ‘their’ sunlounger!)

    A close-up.

    Gorgeous fresh figs with honey and blue cheese. Scrumptious.

    Lovely kebabs.

    Hmm… this retreat leading gig isn’t so bad…

    The lady, glowing in the night.

    Chapel forms an integral and special part of any visit to El Palmeral. Celtic morning prayer and compline provide the framework.

  • Watercolor Wednesdays: Spanish Sunset

    I hear that bookings are starting to come in for the retreat I’m leading at the fabulous El Palmeral in Spain in June. Could you join us?

    This retreat is one of my most favorite weeks. The setting is tremendous – Julie and Mike Jowett have set up a haven of hospitality in the desert. The dry heat envelops us as we feast on amazing Spanish cuisine and enjoy the company of the other guests. There is plenty of space for time on one’s own too – the gardens are lovely for quiet reflection, including a labyrinth. My favorite is sitting by the pool.

    This year the theme we’ll explore is:

    Finding Ourselves in God: We all face changes in life – we lose or gain a job, we experience a bereavement, if we’re parents our kids grow up – and these changes may lead us to wonder, “Who am I? With a different role, what’s left of me?” When this search for faith, home and identity lands on God, we find our true home and true self. Join Amy for inspiring sessions with plenty of time for guided prayer exercises.

    To find out more, check out their website at El Palmeral, including contact details. Mike and Julie run other themed retreats, or you may prefer a time-out retreat on your own.

    Lovely hosts, Julie and Mike.

    The labyrinth.

    Night prayer in the chapel is atmospheric.

    Local paella – yum!

  • The Lord is my…

    What’s the Lord to you? Your Shepherd? Director? Boss? Father? Friend?

    Photo: Suzy Bower, flickr
    Photo: Suzy Bower, flickr

    Recently, when reaching the end of a retreat, I led a group of women in an exercise of engaging with Psalm 23. We talked through this beloved psalm of David, imaginatively placing ourselves in it, and asking such questions as: Is the Lord my shepherd? Do I graze with the flock? Does he lead me beside quiet waters? Can I fear no evil? Do I feast with the Lord? Do I live in God’s house? (I recommend giving this a try – you might be surprised by how God speaks to you through these familiar words.)

    Our exercise was to personalize Psalm 23. I read them my version from a writer’s point of view, but delighted in their creativity when, at the end of the exercise, they read me theirs. With permission, I reproduce two here:

     
    The Lord is my strength, I lack nothing
    He makes me lie down in green pastures
    He leads me beside quiet waters He strengthens me
    He guides my feet along the right path for His name sake
    Even when I go through difficult and trying times He strengthens me
    I WILL NOT FEAR FOR YOU ARE WITH ME YOUR PRESENCE AND PROMISES COMFORT ME
    You prepare a table before me in my times of doubt and fear
    You anoint my head with oil and my cup overflows
    Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life
    I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever

     

    The Lord is my closest Friend. 
    He knows everything about me.
    He draws me to a quiet place and refreshes me.
    He brings everything back into perspective and renews me.
    Even when I go through the storms of life He is right there beside me.
    He rescues me from evil, heals, comforts and restores me.
    He prepares a banquet before me in the presence of all my enemies.
    He anoints me with His precious Spirit and my cup overflows.
    Surely blessings and love will be with me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the Lord’s house forever.
     

    Why not, this weekend, take some time and write your own?

  • The Sound of Silence

    One from the archives. I wrote this for Quiet Spaces 
    in 2008; it later appeared in Woman Alive and then in
    Inspiring Women Every Day. And now for its final
    resting place…
     

    The incongruity of reading a murder mystery during a time set apart for communion with God was finally too much even for me. I packed up K Is for Killer in my duffel bag and vowed not to open the zipper.

    angelI was at my favorite place of retreat, where I had met God previously. There I had decided against entering a marriage commitment; there I had received a fresh filling of God’s Spirit; there had I entered his presence in quiet and gentle ways. This time, however, I felt far from the Lord. I knew in my head that he was there even if I didn’t feel his presence, but my heart wasn’t so sure.

    I had been silent for hours but was not truly quiet—the voices screaming inside drowned out any still, small voice of God. I was filled with pain and doubt. “Are you really speaking to me, God?” I cried out. “Is that really you I’m hearing, or is it just my heart? Or something else? I don’t want to anchor my life on what’s not real. Are you there? Can I hear you?”

    Anguish had filled me for weeks. I had announced that I was leaving the Christian organization I was working for to join another Christian group in a different city, but my plans had fallen through. Bottomed out, more like it. The opportunities I was pursuing evaporated as the doors slammed in my face. The embarrassment of announcing my intentions and then not leaving was painful, but more devastating was my belief that God had directed the move.

    I yearned for God, yet couldn’t bear to approach him. After a few weeks, however, I knew I needed a place of quiet in which to face the pain and to seek God’s solace. Having made arrangements with the retreat centre, I began my time alone with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Yet here I was reading the latest Sue Grafton novel. I came to my senses and lugged my Bible, journal, and a blanket down to the nearby pond for a change of scene. After gazing at the serene waters and the wildlife around it, I was finally able to pour out my pain, disappointment, and confusion to the Lord. In the silence and solitude he met me; God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit surrounded and silenced me with his love and peace. Once again, my heart knew and believed.

    It would take many years of growing in maturity before I would be more confident in discerning the still, small voice of God. But that day at the convent was a turning point in my relationship, for once again I was able to trust and receive assurance from him. It was only when I silenced the competing voices and offered up to the Lord my unrealized hopes and dreams that I was able to enter into a deep quiet and hear his voice.

    The roar of the stillness

    Why is the spiritual discipline of solitude and its close partner silence so difficult for us modern people? The answer is seemingly obvious—we have manifold possibilities with which to fill our lives, much of it via the online world and our smartphones. Technology surely contributes to the cacophony surrounding us, but a deeper answer resides in the condition of the human heart. Blaise Pascal was onto it back before Blackberries (in the 1600s) when he said that all our miseries derive from not being able to sit alone in a quiet room.

    What do you hear? The Whispering Arch at the monastery at Clonmacnoise in the Republic of Ireland. According to legend, here the monks would listen to confessions; the confessor would stand at one end of the arch and the monk on the other side. Only the monk could hear the whispered sins.
    What do you hear? The Whispering Arch at the monastery at Clonmacnoise in the Republic of Ireland. According to legend, here the monks would listen to confessions; the confessor would stand at one end of the arch and the monk on the other side. Only the monk could hear the whispered sins.

    Or Augustine of Hippo in his famous line from his Confessions puts it succinctly: “For you have formed us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you.” The God-shaped vacuum inside of us cries out to be filled. If we don’t turn to God, we will look to something else, such as pulp fiction, food, wine, sex, shopping, or even the building of God’s kingdom. Turning down the volume of the outside noise and taking away the comfort-crutches leaves us on our own, naked before God. And for many, like me on that day in the convent, that is chilling.

    Indeed, silence is frightening, Dallas Willard says in his fine book The Spirit of the Disciplines, “because it strips us as nothing else does, throwing us upon the stark realities of our life. It reminds us of death, which will cut us off from this world and leave only us and God.” He continues, “In solitude, we confront our own soul with its obscure forces and conflicts that escape our attention when we are interacting with others…. We can only survive solitude if we cling to Christ there.”

    And that is what I found; when I finished falling, I landed on Christ. Never are there more welcoming arms; never is there a more solid foundation.

     

    “Be still and know”

    Many of us run from solitude and silence, but these disciplines are vital to a flourishing and robust spiritual life. Setting aside time in the day, week, month, and year to be alone with God will feed our souls as nothing else will. I hear you respond, “My schedule is already too full—I can’t possibly fit in another thing.” As a parent of young children, I can relate. At such stages of life—or, for example, if you’re caring for a sick loved one—an offsite retreat may be out of the question.

    Richard Foster in his classic Celebration of Discipline speaks to this dilemma:

    Solitude is more a state of mind and heart than it is a place…. If we possess inward solitude we do not fear being alone, for we know that we are not alone. Neither do we fear being with others, for they do not control us. In the midst of noise and confusion we are settled into a deep inner silence. Whether alone or among people, we always carry with us a portable sanctuary of the heart.

    He recommends that we make the most of what he calls the “little solitudes” of the day, such as the early morning before the family awakes, during our morning cuppa, while in traffic or commuting, when we glimpse a tree or a flower. As he says, “These tiny snatches of time are often lost to us. What a pity! They can and should be redeemed.”

    But maybe you are able to get away for a twenty-four hour (or longer) retreat for silence and solitude. I’ve always found the best settings to be those nestled in a lovely spot of nature, for there are fewer distractions and the surroundings themselves lead to worship of the Creator. The trees of the wood sing out in joy before the Lord; the sea roars and the fields rejoice. God’s handiwork is awe-inspiring and produces a grateful heart.

    crossOne of my strong petitions while on retreat (and not limited to then) is to enter into a deep silence so that I can hear the voice of the Lord and receive from him. I’m easily distracted and, like Martha while Jesus was visiting, “worried and upset about many things” (Luke 10.41). For me to release those niggles often takes a conscious effort in prayer, usually through writing out my meditations on a verse of Scripture or spending time praising the Lord in song. For example, in seeking quietness I might pray through a verse from Isaiah (30:15): “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength…” But sometimes what I need most is simply a nap – and that’s the most “spiritual” thing I can be doing.

    Whether we’re able to get away for a couple of hours, a couple of days, or not at all, the practice of solitude and silence can bring us not only into communion with God, but into a newfound freedom. Through it we can be released from the need to fill our time with words, distractions, self-soothing behavior, or the pressing desire for the approval of others. For when Jesus says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest,” we can believe and know that he is speaking to us.

    As we meet with the God of the universe, the One who bids us call him Abba, we are changed into his likeness. His presence is beyond compare—far and above any murder mystery.

  • What do you get when you mix a retreat and a holiday? A holi-treat…

    When I think of retreat centers, the images that come to mind are draughty convents with sparse rooms and stodgy food. Places to meet God, but not necessarily somewhere that allows you to relax fully or feel pampered. But recently I enjoyed a week’s retreat at El Palmeral in Spain, which blew away any preconceptions of a retreat entailing suffering for the Lord. It was more of a “holi-treat,” a delightful fusion of a retreat and a holiday (or maybe even a “holy-treat”!). We certainly encountered God, but we also soaked up the Mediterranean sun, splashed in the pool, feasted on glorious Spanish cuisine, and even hooted with laugher during a group film night. (The Blues Brothers – after all, they were on a mission from God.) I hasten to add that the introverts were free to escape to their room or to a quiet place in the grounds for their needed space.

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    Our focus for the week was “Adventures in Prayer,” so we engaged with different types of communication with God – confession, listening prayer, practicing the presence of God, and walking the labyrinth among others. I may have been leading the retreat, but I gained so much, not only from the guests, but from the Lord as I received peace, love, affirmation and direction during the times of individual reflection.

    One of the unexpected gifts was the rhythm of Celtic Daily Prayer (as produced by the Northumbria Community) in the morning and evening, led by our hosts, Julie and Mike Jowett. I loved meeting in the outdoor chapel, sitting before the simple table with its cross, candles and intricate lace tablecloth. Praying the lilting words and listening to the sung liturgy was rich and meaningful. I especially appreciated the added aspect of community that the Prayer Pot afforded. Each morning we’d select three slips out of the pot, which was filled with the names of those who had journeyed with Palm Grove Community as a volunteer or a guest. We’d pray for them, trusting that God knew their needs. Interestingly, some of the names kept being selected again and again. Julie said that when that happened, they would contact the person to see if they needed prayer for something specific. More often than not, the timing was amazing with something significant going on in their lives – as we experienced several times during our week.

    The beauty of the Mediterranean surroundings fed my soul too. I came downstairs on the first morning, camera in hand, eager to capture the some of the interesting plants in the grounds. As I left, I heard Julie say to Mike, “Look, they’ve bloomed! We have three blooms!”

    I didn’t know what they were speaking about, and went off wandering in the garden to take some photos. I especially enjoyed snapping close-ups of the date and olive trees as I marvelled at the interesting patterns in the cacti and other vegetation. But I was most taken with the gorgeous flowers on the tall cacti trees, and shot them from many different angles. DSCN6103

    Later I showed Julie the photos. When we came to the cacti, she said, “You know those flowers only last a day!”

    I was stunned. What an image of God’s extravagance – that he would create such a thing of beauty that remains only for a day, on a plant that might flower just once a year. As I pondered this bountiful yet fleeting gift, I thought how it reminds us to live in the present moment. Not to squander the majesty or wonder or delight of what surrounds us, but to stop and be fully present. And to give thanks to the One who created the beauty, who is our source and life.

    Now when I think of retreats, El Palmeral comes to mind. I think of warming sunshine and the sparkling water of the pool. Swimming in the morning before the activities of the day. The neighbour’s cats coming over to be fed. The rustic outdoor chapel for worship and communion. The well-stocked library for intellectual stimulation. The dry air that warms the bones of a chilled dweller of the UK. The garden sporting its labyrinth and rendition of Golgotha. And not only the physical features, but the love and community that El Palmeral exudes in the warmth of the welcome and the feeling of acceptance it offers. The bonding through the sharing of good food and drink – the tasty Mediterranean dinners with the space for meaningful conversation. And above all, the setting which affords a deep communion with God.

    The perfect place for a holi-treat.

     

    I’m leading my “Adventures in Prayer” retreat again: 16-20 September 2013. Click here  for more details, and for information about the retreats by such stellar speakers as Adrian and Bridget Plass and Jeff and Kay Lucas (currently taking place).

    I’ve adapted this post from an article that appeared in Woman Alive, April 2013.