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 Once, many moons ago now, I embarked on a short weekend retreat course in the Lake District. I remember little about the event save for a few vague memories of group exercises which had more significance then than they could possibly have now, but most had to do with trust issues, self awareness, sharing , personal development and motivation.  One I do remember though and that was an exercise that I think was called Walking The Hedge. The “ hedge” as it turned out was made up of two lines of the group, an eclectic bunch of individuals made up of psychiatrists, psychotherapists, Occupational therapists, nurses and social workers. The two lines faced each other and one by one volunteers from the group would be blindfolded and walked slowly down the line. The hedge would gently touch the volunteer ( I’m sure we were told to do so appropriately but with sensitivity) and at any one time the volunteer could be overwhelmed by hands which were described by the French leader ...

 Good morning. I hope your Christmas was beautiful and full of love. Looking forward with hope and joy.  God You hear me You see me You know What I need So lead me Sovereign Lord from R's rue https://ift.tt/rqXx2UH

  I prepared cold Turkey slices and fried eggs for breakfast. A treat as I listened to Kirsty Young on Desert Island Discs , which, not surprisingly proved to be another treat. I could listen to her all day long.   I paused her interview to catch up with friends Ruth in Findhorn and Ben in Seoul on zoom and finished it after I came home later, after having a walk with Roger and Gorgeous Dave. It’s just past 1pm , and already I feel as I’ve done a lot . I sit at the kitchen table, my back to the window sipping coffee. All I can hear is the wind, which has picked up from the East. And notice that the candlesticks need dusting ' from Going Gently https://ift.tt/5NSy0qI