With each visit to the Perigord, I find the affect to be cumulative. I seem to evolve and not by trying, but by being in the moment. Almost dumbstruck by the immediacy , what I see and feel and the smallest interactions I have over little nothings with my neighbors, change me. As I walk up the tractor road behind the barn, I feel the difference.  Everything within me slows down.

This list of words  describe what I experience simply by the taking of a country breath and looking into the hills.
Wonder Awe
Enrichment
Change
Transformation
Calming
Opening
Responsiveness
Insight

To name a few.

With each visit, I become a new and different person. Through observation, thinking outside my own culture. embracing things that can be fun and maddening at the same time and by just being quiet. Being still. Long lanquid seasons, wonderful fresh air, long hours of daylight, fresh organic produce. Healing transformation. A true meta vacance. Is it any wonder that years ago, looking out over the fields, this idea for retreats appeared to me in the waning light of a fall day?