That was the thought that seeped deep into my soul last weekend as I walked the grounds of Laity Lodge, a retreat center in Leakey, Texas, situated along the Frio River.
Granted, "holy ground" was far from my initial reaction when I arrived on Thursday afternoon. I'd spent the last hour or so of my five-hour solo drive listening to real-life murder mysteries on the Crime Junkies podcast - just enough time to thoroughly creep me out when I pulled off the highway onto a deserted dirt road high up on a hill where cell service was non-existent. Miles prior, I'd laughed nervously at signs along the highway that read: Hitchhikers may be escaped convicts. Now, no cell service. If I'd had anyone in the car with me, we would have been giggling nervously as we drove along the silent, windy road. But, I was alone, so I talked to myself.
As I approached a sharp turn in the road, I saw another sign I'd never seen before...
"Slow! Slow! Steep hill. Blow horn. Low Gear."
I came to a full stop. I stared at the sign. Low gear? What even is that? Oh boy. Okay. *Shifts to low gear, slowly eases up on brakes, considers blowing horn but decides to break those rules, prays for life.*
I made it down the steep hill and followed the path a while longer until I came to yet another sign I'd never seen before in my life - a sign directing me to drive through a river.
Not gonna lie. My first instinct was to take a picture and text it to some friends. But no cell service, remember? Instead, I braved the river alone. It was only 2-3 inches deep, so no big deal. But it felt like a grand adventure.
Once I finally turned onto the Laity Lodge property, I was met at the parking area by an attendant who directed me to my accommodations and suggested I take a nap if I'd like. That suggestion truly made me smile. When had someone last directed me to take a nap? Ironically, I was too excited to take one. To my utter surprise, my room was stunning. Not only that, but I did not have a roommate. I had this spacious cabin all to myself. This was a true gift, and I'm not sure how it worked out that way. As far as I could tell that weekend, most others had roommates. Since I really needed some serious quiet time, this little cabin was beyond perfect for me.
Check out the shower, by the way. Glass walls - even to the outside, where daylight can filter in through the open ceiling of a small fenced-in area beyond the shower. Side note: super pretty during the day; ultra creepy at night if you have a vivid imagination. More on that in a moment.
I tried to figure out how to describe this place and what it did for my soul, but there are limits to words. Some things must just be experienced, and this was one of them. Never in my life have I had an opportunity to sit within the quiet places in my heart for such a generous length of time. No cell phone. No wi-fi. No television. Only nature, God, my thoughts, beautiful meals, and the strangely delightful companionship of total strangers. I filled half a journal with my thoughts and prayers over the four-day weekend, but for now those thoughts and prayers are tucked away between the covers of that journal. Still, I feel compelled to record and share the beauty of my experience through a few memories and photos.
Day 1: Thursday
After settling into my cabin, I journaled until it was time to grab my name tag and mingle with the other women attending the retreat. I was not looking forward to this part, but I had decided that I would not let my own insecurities keep me from seeking new friendships. Within minutes of putting on my name tag, I noticed a pretty little pathway down some stone steps, and I decided to follow it.
I knew I was walking the right path when I noticed the prose inset along the walls and the quaint little library I would want to explore later.
Then, I turned the corner.
First of all, rocking chairs. Happy sigh. Second of all, the clearest river water I've ever seen in my life. Double happy sigh. Third of all, a mother and daughter duo who welcomed me into conversation and sweetly adopted me for the weekend. :) Karen and her mother, Mary, are the kind of people you immediately love and feel comfortable with - genuine and kind with super senses of humor. After chatting for quite some time, we headed to the dining hall for dinner.
I forgot to grab a good pic of the dining hall, but it was lovely. Large windows showed gorgeous views of the canyon and river, and around 8-10 family style tables were set up in the room, glass carafes of water and tea at each table. We seated ourselves and were welcomed to the lodge, and then the chef came out and explained what was on the menu. I don't remember what anything was called, but it was Korean food and it was out of this world. The servers brought serving dishes to our tables, and we passed the food family-style, conversing and eating and all very clearly delighted to be experiencing something so unique.
After dinner, we met for a session where we learned about Laity Lodge and what was to come for the weekend. We also met the vocalists who would be leading us through the weekend, and we sang together with that homey fireplace all aglow.
Once the evening was over, I decided to head back to my cabin. But I was chilly and saw lots of people walking around with mugs of coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I wanted something warm, so I decided to investigate my options. To my sheer delight, I discovered hot cocoa.
All weekend long, coffee, tea, and hot cocoa were available 24/7, clean mugs and stirring spoons always at hand. Touches like these made Laity Lodge all the more fabulous.
Back in my room, I had big plans. After all, I have a lot of writing projects I've been wanting to get cracking on. Instead, I got ready for bed, journaled for a bit, and then realized I could not keep my eyes open. Night owl that I am, I fell asleep by 10 p.m. or so and got one of the best night's sleep of my life.
Day 2: Friday
At 8 a.m., there was an optional prayer time. I managed to get myself there with a mug of hot cocoa in hand, and I was so glad I did. The women who came to the retreat were from many walks of life and all denominations. The prayer meeting felt sacred. It was simple and quiet - scripture readings, responses, a couple of hymns, and a five-minute silent prayer time.
After prayer time, a bell rang throughout the property signaling breakfast. It became apparent quickly that meals here would always be delicious and beautiful. I could write pages on the meals alone, but I will spare you.
After prayer time, we met for the first of four sessions with a wise and inspiring speaker who taught us the spiritual benefits of list-making. I admit that topic sounded strange to me - but it also made me smile because if you know me, you know I am a list-maker.
After two sessions and lunch, we had free time. I went back to my cabin and discovered that housekeeping had come and had made my bed with an incredibly sweet touch. You see, I had brought the softest blanket I own (a gift my mother-in-law bought for my hubby but that I frequently confiscate) and my fuzziest pillow. I had also only packed leggings and hoodies, in case you were wondering. I was determined to rest and be comfortable on this trip. Look what housekeeping did with my stuff:
I was tempted to sleep! But instead, I decided to go on a hike alone. This is not normally something I would ever do in a million years, especially without cell service or mace! I felt compelled, however, so I traipsed over to the reception office and asked how to get to the trail head. One of the kind ladies at the desk asked if I would like to take a radio with me. Before I could even answer, the other receptionist informed me, "If you're going on a hike alone, you must take a radio. Nonnie's rules." I laughed and happily took the radio. The hike was invigorating and full of interesting sights.
|Note: This Quiet House would be an amazing place to retreat alone as a writer and get a ton of work done! But I think I'd be a little uneasy out there by myself. :O)|
After kayaking, I went back to my cabin and journaled a bit, and then I checked out the kitchens near my cabin, discovering a wood burning fireplace, fridges filled with glass carafes of water, and plenty of snacks available.
Everywhere I explored at Laity Lodge, I was in awe. After another scrumptious dinner, good conversation, and an evening session where four ladies from different walks of life gave powerful testimonies, I went back to my cabin and decided I was overdue for a shower.
Only, when I turned on the water and stared at the shower, I couldn't quite bring myself to get in. I wondered if the fence beyond was really protective enough, or whether I was about to really embarrass myself in front of all the other attendees. I searched for a hidden button that perhaps lowered shades outside and made the shower more private. I found no such thing. I finally put my shoes back on and walked outside. I circled the cabin and stared hard at the fence that bordered my shower. Convinced that no one would be able to see me showering, I decided I could go through with it. It's a shame that my imagination tends to run away with me. I took the fastest shower of my life. Then I promptly fell asleep.
Day 3: Saturday
By now, I had settled in and only wished I could have a full week there! Prayer time, breakfast, sessions, lunch, and more free time. Karen had the idea that we should walk down to the part of the river where we'd driven in - and wade in it. What an adventure that was. The water was cold and clear, cars occasionally driving by as we chatted and laughed and looked for pretty rocks.
I just love the heart-hole the river made here.
After our river adventure, I grabbed a book and headed for the hammocks where I read and then slept until it was nearly dinner time again.
After dinner, we attended a sweet concert. I stayed up late that night, journaling and praying and outlining my writing projects until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.
Day 4: Sunday
We met for our final breakfast and final session, then brunch before saying goodbyes and heading home. I had five more hours to process my time on the way home, and I arrived back to my brood feeling more refreshed than I can ever remember feeling after a trip.
Here I am, a week later, and I'm still basking in all that unfolded there. What a sacred, holy place. What a gift.