What is one memory for which I am forever grateful?

I was on a 5-day retreat. The focus was learning an advanced practice. The retreat was on an old converted dairy farm in a remote Victorian rural area in south-west Australia. It was fairly demanding – up at 3:30 am and to bed at 11:00 pm each day. Talking was kept to a minimum. You only spoke if it was necessary. It was cold – the middle of winter. I slept in a room with 6 others. There was no contact with the outside world – no phones, no internet, no watches, nothing. I vividly recall on about the third day on a cold, windy and wet afternoon, standing out in a field alone. A few cows wandered by, minding their own business. A few birds were busy in the trees. But my gaze was on a tiny little flower near my feet. I was in awe. A question arose – “what do you have to show me?” I will never forget what followed.