The walls at the retreat center were embellished with moss, luxurious because of recent rains. Everything was mossy: the sidewalks, the walls, random stones, fallen branches. The hills were velvety with fresh green, rich against the very blue skies that seem so common after rain.
I walked one afternoon after a morning shower, and the world truly did seem bathed anew. We were isolated from the troubles of the world in this lovely place; I had to walk a distance from our buildings to get phone or mail connections, and generally did so only once a day. No TV or radio; it was a freedom to be disconnected from “outside” and focus “inside.” Retreat center it was.