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.

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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.


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on July 13, 2013, in Life and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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