‘All my life I have sought, and occasionally found, communion’
About four years ago I decided I would no longer organise weekend retreats. I had said all I had to say. There was a danger of becoming a cliché. Then came Covid and lockdown. During that period, I was able to fulfil one of my ambitions: to edit and put together an anthology of poetry written over a period of sixty years. But I then received an invitation to conduct a retreat at Charney Manor, the Quaker retreat centre.
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