Shhhhh. . .  Don’t tell anyone:

Although encouraged to “unplug” during the silent retreat here at the Claymont Society, I nonetheless snuck out my phone (in a secret undercover operation) during this morning’s walking mediation to grab photos for this blog– of meadows and sky, of a lazy creek too fat to slip through a pipe beneath the gravel road, so it piles up in a swampy mass instead.

Does anyone ever use the horse trailer? Open the gate?  Does anything ever change here except the people, the retreatants walking along the path, coming and going, each searching for some bit of sky. Nothing was new here in this place except me . . . and not really even me, when you think about it.