A Working Retreat?
Oxymorons. You gotta love them. Verbally puzzling expressions that stop and make you think. Because they just don’t go together.
- Great Depression
- Jumbo shrimp
- Act naturally
- Deafening silence
- Definitely maybe
- Virtual reality
- Random order
Today, I am headed 8 hours south into the mountains of North Carolina to a retreat center at Lake Junaluska.
There may be more beautiful and restful places than this, but I don’t know them.
But, there are things that still need my attention. Things from home. Things from work. Things with a deadline. As I load up the car I ponder the oxymoron I am living: a working retreat. First bag in has my bottle of wine, 2 cups, and the old bread I have been saving to feed to the ducks on our arrival.
“Bread and wine?” my daughter says.
All I need.