In this gentle retreat you’ll wander into our offerings at your own leisure. We have nooks and fires with prompts and poems and activities; puzzles and tea ceremony; journaling and meditation; stories and stillness. There is plenty to do here, and plenty not to do. There are birds and leaves and lizards and duiker that would arrive if you sit still. Perhaps winter is not an interruption of life; perhaps it is life gathering itself quietly around a fire.

The retreat runs from Friday 4pm to Sunday 4pm. Prices vary with accommodation choices. (Please see the form below.) And if you’re not convinced there’s a poem for you at the bottom of the form.

A POEM IN WHICH I TRAVELED ON A ROCK(IT)

by Tomas Brickhill

Once upon a treehouse retreat

as I tried to rush into a calm.

(Both an improbably and impossible feat),

I wandered a bit around the farm.

And then a made a cup of tea

and sat down on a rock.

I looked for peace so hurriedly 

as the insects ran amok.

And just then a dragonfly

landed directly opposite me.

And we both stayed there eye to eye

Each waiting for the other to flee.

As I waited impatiently the dragonfly became stillness.

Seasons changed indifferently

and I finally overcame my illness.

The dragonfly was turned to stone

or at least I suspected as much.

Not a flinch, or flicker or groan

as the wind blew it fiercely such.

And together we traveled through time and space:

The rock, the dragonfly, and I

Until the sudden sunlight on my face 

announced that blue had defeated cloud in the sky.