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Several years ago I booked a retreat at Gaia House. Had my bus ticket but they in their wisdom decided it was too advanced for my limited abilities - ain't it the truth though.
I went anyway, having bought the weekly return ticket. I had to do a solo retreat unbeknownst to them, in land several miles away. So I could practice in my limited way, without disturbing the advanced mindful ones. It was March and quite cold and for reasons best known to karma, I only had a summer sleeping bag. My first night of shivering practice was no match for tumo adepts, but I have fond memories . . .
My fishing tent was barely large enough to lie down in and the next day I purchased a warm sleeping bag. During the day I walked around a nearby tree. I sat, chanted quietly or internally, was visited by the kindly farmer who gave me his blessing to stay for a week and even create a fire - which I never did being loath to kill grass that I would be responsible for throughout all incarnation . . .
I hope the one earth sangha initiative will be as successful as my time in nature, watching very early spring flowers and returning just as snow was falling on local moorland . . .