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Women’s Meditation & Wellness Retreat
Isle of Skye
Thursday 2 November - Sunday 5 November 2023

Rest  .  Re-centre  .  Replenish
Settle into Winter


Circumventing the Busy Self

What I need tonight is a chair -
the big upholstered kind
that sighs when I sit into it,
the kind that holds me the way
I used to imagine a cloud would hold me - 
Downy, cozy, comfy, secure
and filled with light.

I need a chair that will make me
not want to get up to do
whatever important thing
I think I must do.
Why do I always think I need
to do something? Why
is it so hard to just sit?

So, I guess, what I really need is a chair
and a seatbelt, the kind
they have on helicopters
with five straps that meet
in the centre - though
I think those are self-release,
and we all know I will soon
feel driven to rise and rush,
no matter how cumulonimbus-ish
that chair might feel, no matter
how insistent the straps.

So tonight what I really need
is a soft chair and a five-strap seatbelt
and a giant weighted blanket - 
not heavy enough to crush me,
but one with enough gravity
that being still feels like the only real choice.

~Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer (adapted)

When Women Come Together

When women come together, 
something magical happens. 
It’s science, the mystical kind, 
and it’s an unstoppable force,
to be reckoned with.
When women come together, 
they connect, 
on a deeper level,
both spiritually and cellularly.
Souls nodding in alignment, I see you.
Put women together for long enough 
and their cycles will sync.
If that is not an example of the wondrous, connective majesty of womanhood, 
what is my friend, what is?
When women come together,
an unseen wall is fashioned, 
built from the wisdom of the breaks,
we have all endured, 
and the passion to scream louder,
so that those beneath us can hear, 
and need not suffer the same.
When women come together,
and tell their stories, 
the good and the bad,
the power created is a tsunami of strength and intuition.
Washing us all on to better things.
A wave of majesty, wisdom and connection.
When women come together, 
we are, quite frankly, intimidating.
So watch out for those will keep us apart.
They are afraid.
We are not.

~Donna Ashworth

A Human Being





Not hurrying.

Not pushing.


Not trying

to accomplish


or go anywhere.


Not trying

To be better


Or smarter.


Not trying

to attain anything  -

even enlightenment


Just being,..


Holding still

so I can find



~Kai Siedenburg

This Afternoon

Move over, taskmaster.

Move over, critic.


This afternoon is an afternoon

for the muse,

time for saying “yes!”

to what I love


and “not now dear”

to what feels like a burden.


This afternoon, poems

come before to-do lists

songs before bills,


before should.


This afternoon I am free

to wander

through the meadow,

my fingers training

through the tall grasses,

enjoying their gentle caress.


This afternoon I am free

to allow the beauty

of a sparrow’s trill

to stop me in my tracks.


Time to step through the door

Before I hypnotize myself

into thinking

I have to close it.


~Kai Siedenburg (adapted)

Being Present

Breathe, relax and feel;

take time to slow down

the pace of life. Watch the

rise and fall of moods, the

birth and death of dreams.

Feelings and sensations seem

so real, yet they shift like

changing clouds, and flow

with the high tide out to sea

again. Allow it all to be, no

need to grasp or push away.

Present with each moment,

The whole of you, body, mind

and soul, opens to receive.

~Danna Faulds

Let the Mind be the Mind


Let the mind be the mind.

Behind its restless activity,

just one layer deeper

is stillness, and beneath

even that, is an ocean

of mystery and truth.


Swim in the eternal sea

until you know yourself

to be infinity, and bring

that knowing back into

your day. Why struggle

to be what you are already?


Let the mind be the mind,

but don't bind yourself

to its limited reality.

Trust your experience of

vastness.  Trust the truth

that never loses potency

or disappears in fear.


Let the mind be the mind

and identify not with

thought, but with silence.


 ~ Danna Faulds

Just Be

Finally, I am slowing down.

After weeks of doing, I have

a moment to just be.

Serenity must be chosen,

the wave of relaxation washing

through me not by chance,

but choice. I consciously

give myself over to the tide

of peace that easily receives

the burdens I release.

~Danna Faulds

Being Home


Where can I soften

in this posture?

Where is the edge

between opening

and force, the line

between stretch and

too much comfort?


The mind and body

serve up a feast of

feelings, each breath

another chance to

deepen and release.


The smallest motion,

Or even just a quiet

Sigh could be all that

I require to shift my

focus from the outer

to the inner realm,

a change from feeling

lost to being home.


~Danna Faulds

Moving Forward


If you want

to move forward


slow down.



Your body

And mind

To settle…



Like a soft feather

Floating down

Through layers

Of busy thoughts

And actions,

Until at last

you find yourself


in that deep,

still place

where you

can sense



like an

underground river.

Sit by the river,

Drink deeply,

And your path

Will be clear.

~Kai Siedenburg

The Most Important Thing


I am making a home inside myself. A shelter

of kindness where everything

is forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patch

of sunlight to stretch out without hurry,

where all that has been banished

and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released.


A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.


I am throwing arms open

to the whole of myself—especially the fearful,

fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing

every seed and weed, every drop

of rain, has made the soil richer.



I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather

around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl

if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through

any perceived problem, any prescribed


any lying limitation, every heavy thing.


I am making a home inside myself

where grace blooms in grand and glorious

abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows

all the truest things.


I whisper hallelujah to the friendly

sky. Watch now as I burst into blossom.


~Julia Fehrenbacher

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