Retreat means to withdraw, to step outside of one’s normal routine, to linger – but to linger with intent.
A retreat was a gift this change of season.
This life must seek the gift, enter the holiness, accept the wholeness, and find its place in it.
Its mind must remember the snapshots, its heart must remember the cobwebs, so that at the clearing of the soul the woman befriends the child.
Scattered and spent across the seasons, the fruited seeds of desires and possibilities wait and want and wail. The offshoots must be brought together.
Who will know the thistles from the wheat?
The angst of desire brings a restlessness, a lying awake at night. And four o’clock in the morning brings a pilgrimage. A dozen pauses at the edge of life, stripping the self naked – a clearing for the fullness of possibilities in this world of time, a clearing for the possibility of fullness in this world of timelessness.
“If you weed the thistles, you’ll pull up the wheat, too. Let them grow together until harvest time.”
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and this life not healed. But the season’s change brings the gift. The gift will seek this life, wholeness will enter and holiness will find its place in it.
A reflection on words written by Wendell Berry – What are people for?
Text from Matthew 13:30, The Message