There is no way to yet write about the ten-day retreat deep in the Swedish countryside, but this short post will suffice to say that it was a paradox in every possible way.
On the drive south it became clear that it was: as joyous as it was sad; as clarifying as it was confusing; and it’s no exaggeration to say that the time deconstructed as much as it renewed.
Since returning, my days have remained exceedingly silent as I’ve continued to work diligently, perhaps too hard and too many hours, to reorganize the material at mereon.org as we prepare for the New Year.
If you haven’t wandered around the site, please do so knowing that we look forward to hearing from you.
My thought for you today is that you will find a single drop and allow it to burst into light.