Friday, October 25, 2013


. . . a: in or into one place, mass, collection, or group -- b : in a body: as a group 

In one accord we slept, ate, did yoga, meditated, prayed. We smiled, we nodded, we waved, but we did not speak.

A weekend of silent, meditative, directed prayer and yoga. Eighteen of us stretching our bodies and minds and souls together, but in silence. No speaking, and yet understanding some of what each of us was experiencing. Reading the same scriptures. Praying our own needs and interpretations of those scriptures. Some of us crying. All of us feeling the rejuvenating power of God's word and time to absorb it and linger with it.

At the end of the weekend, sitting in a circle together, no longer in silence. Sharing experiences, emotions, revelations, feelings. Sharing with people whose voices we hardly knew, but whose hearts we had connected with so strongly.

And I know these people. I may never see them again, but I know what their hearts carry, because we carry it together.

linking up with Five Minute Friday


  1. Wow. What a beautiful interpretation of the word "together." I absolutely loved your last line about knowing the people you connected with, "but I know what their hearts carry..." So amazing and so true that you can know someone without ever speaking. Thank you for a gorgeous piece.

  2. What an interesting way to spend a weekend. I would be intrigued.

  3. This was an interesting reflection, Melanie. I've always wondered what a silent yoga retreat would be like and now I know. I might try it out myself. Thank you for sharing.


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