Why Your Inner Circle Is Your Greatest Resource in a Crisis (And How to Build One That Actually Works for You)

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Science-backed strategies for introverts who need real connection, not just a crowded room and how meaningful connection, not small talk, is the secret weapon every introvert needs to survive uncertain times

What this is: A warm, honest, evidence-backed exploration of why the people around you matter enormously when life gets complicated, and why this is doubly true for introverts who are quietly carrying more than anyone suspects.

What this isn’t: A chirpy manifesto about extroversion, a listicle on “how to make friends as an adult,” or any advice that involves a mixer, a name tag, and a bowl of crisps that’s somehow supposed to fix your loneliness. We will not be suggesting you smile more, complain less, fake enthusiasm for small talk, or force yourself into rooms that drain you just to prove you’re trying. You’ve tried. You’ve stood at those parties with your drink as a prop, nodded at people whose names you immediately forgot, driven home wondering why you feel emptier than when you left.

Read this if: You’re someone who’s thoughtful, self-aware, and currently navigating a world that feels increasingly uncertain, and you’re wondering whether the isolation creeping in at the edges is helping or hurting you.

5 Key Takeaways

  1. The quality of your connections, not the quantity, determines how well you weather a storm. Three people who truly see you are worth more than thirty who barely know your name.
  2. Introverts are not anti-social; they are selectively social. The distinction matters enormously when you’re building the kind of support network that will actually sustain you.
  3. Isolation during times of global uncertainty is not self-care; it’s slow erosion. The world feels chaotic enough without shrinking your world to the size of your sofa.
  4. Shared experiences, especially in nature, are one of the fastest ways to create genuine connection. There’s something about walking the same ancient path, literally and figuratively, that dissolves the careful walls we build around ourselves.
  5. Who you become during a crisis is shaped by who walks alongside you. The right companions don’t just help you survive, they help you become a better version of yourself.

Introduction: The Quiet Crisis Nobody’s Talking About

Are You Trying to Survive the Current World Chaos Alone, When You Don’t Have To?

You’re slowly sipping your morning coffee, scrolling through the news, and somewhere around the third headline, a quiet dread settles into your chest like fog. The world, it seems, is spectacularly good at producing reasons to worry. Climate. Politics. Economics. The vague, persistent sense that the ground beneath everything is slightly less solid than it used to be.

You close the app. You manage your day. You hold it together beautifully, because that’s what capable people do.

And then, somewhere around 11pm, alone with your thoughts, you wonder: How is everyone else coping with this?

If you’re an introvert, that loneliness has a particular flavour. It’s not that you want a crowd. You’ve never wanted a crowd. What you want, what you actually need, is the rare and specific relief of being genuinely understood by the right people. And right now, in a world that feels increasingly fractured, that kind of connection can feel very far away.

This article is about why that connection is not a nice-to-have. It’s about why the people you surround yourself with are, quite literally, part of your survival kit during difficult times. And it’s about how to find them, nurture them, and let them matter to you, even if your entire nervous system is suggesting you’d be fine on your own.

You won’t be. None of us are. But the good news is, you don’t have to be.

The Story of Helena Voss: What Happened When She Finally Let Someone In

Can One Week Change the Way You See Yourself?

Helena Voss had always been the most competent person in any room she walked into.

She’d learned early that competence was currency, and she’d spent forty-three years investing wisely. Senior editor at a respected publishing house. A flat in Edinburgh she’d renovated herself, mostly. A reputation for being unflappable, incisive, and reliably, almost annoyingly, competent.

Then came the year everything fell apart, politely but thoroughly.

Her marriage ended, not with a dramatic argument, but with a quiet conversation over dinner in which her husband explained, with the measured calm she’d always admired in him, that he had been deeply lonely for most of their marriage. The words landed in her chest like stones dropped into still water. She hadn’t known. She thought they were both just busy. She thought that was what grown-up love looked like.

The redundancy came three months later. Publishing, reorganised. Her role, dissolved.

And then, in May, her mother was diagnosed with early-stage dementia.

Helena did what Helena always did. She managed. She made lists. She researched care facilities at 2am. She returned calls promptly and answered “I’m fine” with such conviction that people stopped asking. She was fluent in ‘being fine.’ She’d been perfecting it her whole life.

What she didn’t do, couldn’t do, was tell anyone the truth. That she was frightened. That the silence in her flat had begun to feel less like peace and more like evidence. That she would sometimes stand in the shower until the water went cold because it was the only place she could cry without feeling watched.

She heard about the retreat almost by accident, a mention in a bookshop newsletter. Five days in southwest France. Walking the Camino de Santiago. Books. Small group. A physician who understood what it meant to be at a turning point.

Helena’s first instinct was immediate and characteristic: No. Absolutely not. I don’t do group things.

Her second instinct, quieter, more persistent: You are disappearing. Something has to change.

She booked it on a Tuesday evening, had a minor panic on Wednesday, and arrived at the farmhouse in the Lot Valley on a bright September morning, suitcase in hand, armour fully intact.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. Thyme, mint, old roses and something earthy she couldn’t name, warm in the late-summer air. The second thing she noticed was that the other three women arriving that morning all looked, beneath their composed exteriors, exactly as wrung out as she felt.

She recognised it immediately, the careful way they held themselves, the polite deflection in their introductions. We are all very fine, their posture announced. We are all completely managing.

The walking started gently, which she hadn’t expected. She’d prepared herself for a gruelling march, another test to pass. Instead it was contemplative. The ancient path beneath her feet, the light through oak trees, the sound of her own breathing. And beside her, Cécile, a retired teacher from Lyon who had recently lost her son, who talked about him so matter-of-factly and with such fierce love that Helena found herself, without planning it, talking about her mother.

Really talking. Not the competent summary she gave to colleagues. The actual, untidy, frightened truth of it.

That evening, during supper, the kind of conversation that happened when people have spent a day walking in a beautiful landscape together, Helena noticed something unusual. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t managing the room. She was just, to her profound surprise, present.

There were books, of course. Rich, nourishing, carefully chosen books that gave language to experiences she’d been carrying wordlessly. There was the Reconnect with Nature journaling course, which she’d rolled her eyes at privately, and then found herself using at dawn on the third morning, sitting on the terrace with a notebook, writing things she hadn’t known she needed to say.

By day four, Helena cried properly for the first time in two years. Not in the shower. In the company of women who didn’t flinch, didn’t fix, didn’t rush her back to fine.

On the last morning, walking the final stretch before the village, she thought about what had changed. Not her circumstances, those were waiting patiently at home. But something inside had shifted. She’d been reminded of something she’d forgotten so thoroughly she’d stopped knowing it was missing: that she was not alone, had never been required to be alone, and that letting herself be witnessed, truly witnessed, by the right people was not weakness.

It was, she thought, stepping into the sunlight, the bravest thing she’d done in years.

Why Your People Are Your Greatest Resource in Difficult Times

What Does Science Tell Us About Human Connection and Resilience?

Helena’s story is not unusual. In twenty years of working with people navigating major life transitions, as a physician with a long-standing interest in stress management, and as a host of transformational retreats for more than fifteen years, I have watched the same pattern repeat itself with remarkable consistency.

The people who recover well from difficult periods, and not just recover, but genuinely thrive afterwards, are almost never the ones who white-knuckle it alone. They are the ones who, somewhere in the process, allow themselves to be genuinely supported.

This is not fluffy thinking. The research on social connection and resilience is robust and rather startling in its clarity. Chronic loneliness is associated with elevated cortisol levels, disrupted sleep, and immune suppression. Social isolation, particularly during periods of high stress, literally changes the way our brains process threat. We become more vigilant, more reactive, more likely to interpret neutral events as dangerous.

Conversely, the presence of even one genuinely supportive relationship has been shown to buffer the physiological impact of stress significantly. One study found that holding a stranger’s hand during an anticipated shock was enough to reduce neural threat responses. A stranger’s hand. Imagine what a trusted friend can do.

For introverts, this research has a particular edge. Because the introvert’s instinct when things get difficult is almost always to retreat. To process alone. To manage internally. And while solitude is genuinely restorative for introverts in a way it isn’t for everyone, there is a crucial difference between chosen solitude and habitual isolation born of fear or exhaustion.

The former restores you. The latter hollows you out.

What introverts need is not more people. They need deeper connection with fewer people in supportive environments.

This is partly why nature is such a powerful setting for building those connections. Shared experience in natural environments, particularly walking, reduces the social pressure that makes introverts want to exit every room after twenty minutes. When you’re walking together, side by side, looking at the same horizon, conversation becomes possible at a different level. You’re not performing connection. You’re just having it.

The Camino de Santiago has, for centuries, operated as a kind of social solvent. Something about the shared effort, the beauty, the physical rhythm of walking day after day, dissolves pretence with startling speed. People who would never have spoken their truth over a dinner table will tell you everything on a mountain path.

I’ve witnessed it hundreds of times, and I never stop being moved by it.

The Ripple Effect

What happens to a Community when One Person flourishes?

There is something else worth saying, and it tends to surprise people when they first hear it.

The work you do to emerge from difficult times, the courage it takes to seek genuine connection, to allow yourself to be supported, to step back into life rather than retreating further from it, that work doesn’t stay contained to you.

People are part of systems. Families are systems. Workplaces and communities are systems. When one person within a system shifts, the whole system recalibrates.

Helena, going home to Edinburgh with her quieter centre, her new friendships, her reinvigorated relationship with books and nature, didn’t return to the same world she’d left. She returned to the same circumstances, but she was now a different variable within them. Her mother noticed. Her colleagues noticed. Her sister, who’d been watching her manage from a careful distance for two years, finally felt she could call and ask how Helena actually was.

And when Helena answered honestly, the conversation that followed was the most real they’d had in fifteen years.

This is what genuine transformation does. It gives other people permission to stop pretending too.

When you choose, against every well-trained instinct, to let people in, you become, whether you intend to or not, an invitation. Not a loud one, not a lecture about vulnerability. Just a quiet demonstration that it’s possible, and safe, to be known.

Your community, your family, the people who love you and have been watching you disappear into your competence for years, they’re waiting for that invitation. They might not even know they’re waiting. But they are.

5 Mistakes to Avoid When Building Your Support Network in Difficult Times

What Trips People Up, Even When They Know Better?

Mistake 1: Confusing quantity with quality. Having many acquaintances who know only the surface of you is not the same as having three people who know your whole story. Don’t measure your support network by headcount. Measure it by depth. One honest conversation is worth forty pleasant ones.

Mistake 2: Waiting until you’re in crisis to invest in relationships. The time to build genuine connection is before the flood, not during it. If you’re currently in the middle of a difficult period, start anyway. But resolve, as you emerge, to tend your relationships as regularly as you tend anything else that matters.

Mistake 3: Surrounding yourself with people who confirm your fear rather than expand your vision. There is a particular type of well-meaning company, and many of us have been guilty of seeking it, that keeps us neatly anchored in our worst interpretation of our situation. Isn’t it terrible, yes it is, pass the biscuits. Choose people who uphold your potential even when you can’t see it yourself.

Mistake 4: Expecting digital connection to substitute for embodied presence. Text messages are lovely. Video calls are better than nothing. But there is something about being physically present with another human being, sharing the same air, the same light, the same landscape, that has no digital equivalent. Your nervous system knows the difference, even if you tell yourself it doesn’t.

Mistake 5: Dismissing group experiences because you’re an introvert. Small, thoughtfully facilitated groups of people with shared values are not the same as cocktail parties or networking events. Many introverts have described retreats, particularly in nature, as some of the most genuinely connective experiences of their lives, precisely because the environment removes the elements they find most draining: performance, small talk, and the relentless management of first impressions.

A Short Intention-Setting Exercise: Who Do You Want Beside You?

On a piece of paper, or in your journal, write the answers to these three questions. Don’t overthink them. Write what comes.

  1. When I am at my most frightened or overwhelmed, who do I instinctively want to call? (If no one comes to mind, that itself is important information, not a verdict on your worth, but a signal about where to direct your energy.)
  2. What would I need to feel safe enough to let someone see me struggling? (Notice what comes up. Safety? Shared experience? Physical distance from daily life? Nature? This tells you something about the environment in which connection becomes possible for you.)
  3. Who in my life have I been letting in, and who have I been keeping at arm’s length out of habit, fear, or the belief that needing people is a burden? (Write a name or two. You don’t have to do anything with them yet. Just acknowledge them.)

There are no correct answers. Only honest ones.

Further Reading: Five Books That Will Change How You Think About Connection and Resilience

What Should You Read Next?

1. Lost Connections by Johann Hari Hari’s painstaking investigation into the real causes of anxiety and depression puts disconnection, from people, from meaning, from nature, front and centre. It’s the rare book that manages to be simultaneously unsettling and profoundly hopeful, and it will reframe the way you think about your own social needs. Chosen because it makes the case for genuine human connection more compellingly than almost anything else I’ve read.

2. The Village Effect by Susan Pinker A neuroscientist’s deep dive into why face-to-face contact is literally life-extending, and what happens to us physically and psychologically when we live increasingly mediated lives. Particularly fascinating for introverts who’ve told themselves they’re fine without much in-person connection. Chosen because it delivers the science without being dry, and the implications are genuinely arresting.

3. Quiet by Susan Cain The foundational text on introversion. If you haven’t read it, read it immediately. If you have, read it again with a particular eye on the chapters about solitude versus isolation. Chosen because it’s the book that gave a generation of introverts the language they needed to understand themselves, and that understanding is the precondition for building connections that actually work.

4. The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk Because so much of what disconnects us, from ourselves and from others, lives not in our minds but in our bodies. Van der Kolk’s work on trauma, embodiment, and the healing power of shared physical experience is essential reading for anyone navigating significant stress or life change. Chosen because it explains, among other things, why being in nature and with other people produces physiological changes that thinking and talking alone cannot.

5. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer An Indigenous botanist’s luminous meditation on reciprocity, gratitude, and the deep intelligence of the natural world. Nothing I’ve read in the past decade has shifted my understanding of connection, to people and to place, more profoundly. Chosen because it reminds us that we are not separate from the world we’re trying to navigate, and that the natural world offers a kind of companionship that heals something very old in us.

P.S. If you’re drawn to making small, sustainable shifts in the middle of your busy life, you might also enjoy my book, Embracing Change, in 10 Minutes a Day. It’s exactly what the title promises: practical, reflective, and designed for people who know they need to change something but can’t carve out three hours a day to do it. Ten minutes. That’s all it asks of you.

If you are currently facing a major life transition or any other dramatic change in your circumstances, and you have no idea how you are going to cope, the good news is that the strategy presented in this book can help you, step by step, to improve your ability to handle the stress caused by change, even if you feel entirely powerless at the moment.

The Reconnect with Nature: A Guided Journaling Course Inspired by Horses

One of the things I’ve seen transform retreat guests who’d nearly given up on themselves is the simple, grounding act of spending time with horses. Not riding them. Just being with them.

My Reconnect with Nature: A Guided Journaling Course Inspired by Horses is an online course that uses equine wisdom and guided journaling prompts to help you find your way back to yourself, gently, in your own time. Horses, as it turns out, are extraordinarily perceptive sounding boards for human emotional states, and being prompted to observe and reflect on them produces insights that more conventional approaches can take months to reach.

This course is included free for all guests at my Camino de Santiago retreats. For everyone else, it’s available online and it is, I’m told, rather startling in the best possible way.

5 FAQs People Are Asking Right Now About Connection and Resilience

What Do People Most Need to Know?

Q: I’m a lifelong introvert and I’ve always recovered better alone. Are you really saying that’s wrong?

Not at all. Solitude is genuinely restorative for introverts, and dismissing that would be as unhelpful as dismissing your need to eat. What I’m suggesting is that there’s a difference between chosen, intentional solitude, which restores you, and avoidant isolation, which depletes you slowly and quietly. The question worth sitting with is: Am I choosing this aloneness, or am I hiding in it?

Q: The world feels so unstable right now. Is it any wonder I’ve retreated?

No. It makes complete sense. When the external environment feels threatening, the instinct to contract is ancient and adaptive. But here’s the catch: prolonged contraction, especially social contraction, makes us more sensitised to threat, not less. The antidote to a world that feels out of control is not further isolation. It’s regulated, safe, genuine connection.

Q: I’ve been hurt by people I trusted. How am I supposed to open myself up again?

Slowly, and in environments that earn it. You don’t open the door all at once. You find contexts, a small group, a shared purpose, a skilled facilitator, where the conditions for trust are more carefully created than in everyday life. And you notice what happens. Not every group will feel right. But that’s information, not evidence that connection is impossible for you.

Q: Can a retreat really make a difference if my problems are still waiting at home?

Yes. Not because the retreat removes your problems, but because it returns you to yourself, and a different version of you handles those same problems very differently. The circumstances are the same. The variable that changes is you. I’ve watched it happen hundreds of times.

Q: I don’t know if I need a retreat or just proper therapy. How do I know which?

They’re not mutually exclusive, and sometimes the answer is both. A good retreat is not therapy, though it can be deeply therapeutic. It’s a context for reflection, nature, community, and reconnection. If you’re carrying something that requires clinical support, please seek that too. But don’t use the existence of deeper work as a reason to postpone all nourishment. You’re allowed to be helped now, not only once you’ve fixed everything.

Conclusion: The Bravest Thing

In twenty years as a physician, I watched the sickest people in my consulting room be sustained, not by the cleverest treatment plan, but by whether there was someone with them or waiting for them at home. And in fifteen years of hosting people through life transitions at my retreats, walking the ancient path of the Camino de Santiago, I have seen the same truth again and again: we are not built to do the hard parts alone.

The world is complicated right now. Perhaps more than at any point in living memory. And if you are someone who feels things deeply, who thinks carefully, who carries the weight of awareness without an obvious place to put it, then the question of who is beside you matters enormously.

Not who fills your social calendar. Not who you perform your finest self for. But who, when you are frightened or lost or quietly undone, you could call at midnight without editing yourself first.

If that list is shorter than it should be, that’s not a failing. It’s a starting point.

“In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity, but you’ll need someone to help you find it.” — Adapted from a principle I return to again and again, with grateful acknowledgement to the hundreds of retreat guests who taught me its truth.

Could Five Days in the French Countryside Be the Turning Point You’ve Been Circling?

If any of this has resonated with you, if you’ve recognised yourself in Helena’s story, or felt the ache of carrying more than you’d like to admit, I want you to know about something.

My 5-Day Booklovers’ Binge Reading and Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the southwest of France is designed precisely for people like you: intelligent, thoughtful, stressed, and in need not of fixing, but of space. Space to breathe. To walk. To read books that nourish you. To be in the company of a small group of remarkable people who, like you, came because something needed to shift.

Gascony in southwest France is, quite simply, one of the most beautiful places I know. An ancient path, golden light, the particular silence of landscapes that have held human stories for centuries.

Small groups. Expert facilitation. And the Reconnect with Nature journaling course, included free.

You don’t need to be in crisis to come. You just need to be ready for something different.

Discover the retreat here →

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References

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  3. Coan, J. A., Schaefer, H. S., & Davidson, R. J. (2006). Lending a hand: Social regulation of the neural response to threat. Psychological Science, 17(12), 1032–1039.
  4. Bratman, G. N., Hamilton, J. P., Hahn, K. S., Daily, G. C., & Gross, J. J. (2015). Nature experience reduces rumination and subgenual prefrontal cortex activation. Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 112(28), 8567–8572.
  5. Cohen, S., & Wills, T. A. (1985). Stress, social support, and the buffering hypothesis. Psychological Bulletin, 98(2), 310–357.

What would change in your life if you gave yourself permission to be genuinely accompanied through this next chapter? I’d love to know.


Dr Margaretha Montagu, MBChB, MRCGP, NLP Master Practitioner, Medical Hypnotherapist, and Life Transition Coach, has spent more than twenty years helping people find their way through the moments that change everything. She is the author of eight non-fiction books and has hosted transformational retreats on the Camino de Santiago for more than fifteen years.

Join us for the Book Lovers Binge Reading Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the sun-drenched southwest of France: a journey where the trail and the story unfold together. Walk ancient paths at your own pace, then settle in each evening with a good book. This isn’t a fitness challenge—it’s a gentle rhythm—one step, one chapter, one honest conversation at a time. Rolling hills, quiet villages, golden light. No expectations, no performance, no agenda but your own unfolding.

The Stories We Tell Ourselves: How to Rewrite the Narrative That’s Making You Miserable

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What this is: A practical, warm-hearted exploration of why your inner narrative might be your biggest source of stress, and what you can actually do about it, starting today.

What this isn’t: Another “just think positive!” pep talk. No toxic positivity. No worksheets asking you to “visualise your best self living your best life.”

Read this if: The world feels relentlessly heavy right now, you’ve noticed that your own thoughts are making things worse, and you’re ready to do something genuinely useful about it.

Key Takeaways

  1. Your brain is a storytelling machine, not a recording device. What you believe about your life is not necessarily the same as what is actually happening.
  2. Stress multiplies when your inner narrative catastrophises. The story isn’t the event. The story is about how you interpret the event.
  3. Creating a nurturing narrative is a learnable skill, not a personality trait you either have or don’t.
  4. Nature, stillness, and story (in books and in life) are among the most evidence-backed tools for rewiring unhelpful thought patterns.
  5. Small, consistent practice beats dramatic transformation every time. Ten minutes a day, reliably, changes more than a weekend retreat once a decade, though a retreat does give you a rather extraordinary head start.

Introduction: The Voice in Your Head

Here is something that no one tells you clearly enough: the most stressful thing in your life right now might not be the state of the world. It might be the running commentary you have about the state of the world.

You wake up. Before your feet hit the floor, the internal monologue has already started. Everything is falling apart. I can’t cope with this. It’s only going to get worse. By the time you’ve made the coffee, you’ve lived through three imaginary catastrophes and a vague but persistent sense of dread. And the day has barely begun.

This is the story. Not the news. Not the economy. Not the uncertainty. The story you are telling yourself about all of those things.

This article will show you how, drawing on neuroscience, lived wisdom, and the kind of practical insight that comes from more than two decades of working with people in the middle of the hardest chapters of their lives. By the end, you’ll understand why your inner narrative has such power over your wellbeing, what mistakes most people make when they try to change it, and how to begin doing something genuinely different.

Let’s start with someone you might recognise.

What Does It Actually Look Like, When Your Story Is Running//Ruining Your Life?

Eleanor’s Story

Eleanor Marsh had always considered herself a capable woman.

She had built a career she was proud of, raised two children largely on her own after her divorce, and navigated her fifties with the kind of quiet resilience that people tend to describe as “remarkable” at funerals but never quite say out loud while you’re still living it. She had read all the right books. Done the therapy. Understood, intellectually, that she was “doing well, all things considered.”

And yet.

On the evening she arrived at the small farmhouse in the Gers region of south-west France for a five-day reading retreat, she sat down at the dinner table, looked out over the tree tops, and burst into tears. Not delicate, photogenic tears. The ugly, shuddering kind, the kind that had clearly been waiting a very long time for permission.

“I don’t even know what I’m crying about,” she told the small group of women gathered around the rough-hewn table, clutching her café au lait like a life raft. “Nothing is technically wrong. Everything is technically fine.”

The smell of warm bread hung in the air. Outside, somewhere in the oak trees, a wood pigeon was stating its case with cheerful repetition. The morning felt impossibly gentle.

“Tell me,” said the retreat host quietly, “what does the voice in your head say? The first one. The one that wakes you up.”

Eleanor opened her mouth to say something measured and appropriate. What came out instead was this:

“It says I’ve missed it. That I spent so long surviving that I forgot to actually live. That the world is too broken to fix and I’m too tired to try. That it’s too late.”

She said it almost matter-of-factly, as though reading from a report. But her hands were shaking.

That voice, as it turned out, had been narrating Eleanor’s life for years. Not loudly. It was too clever for that. It whispered. It dressed itself up as realism, as pragmatism, as being a grown-up. It said things like “don’t get your hopes up” and “you know how this ends” and “best not to want too much.” It called itself wisdom. Eleanor had believed it.

The first afternoon of the retreat, they walked. Not far, just along the ancient pilgrim path that wound through sunflower fields and past crumbling chapels, the same path that pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago had worn smooth over centuries of seeking. Eleanor walked in silence for most of it, and somewhere between a field of spent sunflowers and a hamlet with a fountain that still ran cold and clear, something shifted.

She couldn’t name it exactly. The air smelled of warm earth and distant rain. Her feet found their rhythm. The voice, for once, had nothing useful to add to the landscape and so, somewhat surprisingly, it went quiet.

That evening, they read. Each woman had brought a book that mattered to her; they read alone and together, in the garden, in the deep armchairs by the fire, on the old stone steps with the last of the sun warming their backs. Eleanor had brought a novel she’d been meaning to read for three years and hadn’t, because she’d told herself she didn’t have time. That night, she read until midnight. Her shoulders, she noticed, had descended from somewhere around her ears to their actual anatomical location.

Over the following days, something quietly remarkable happened. Not a dramatic transformation, nothing cinematic. But in the combination of walking, reading, conversation, the extraordinary ordinariness of meals shared with strangers who became friends, and what she later described as “the particular mercy of being somewhere breathtakingly beautiful with no agenda,” Eleanor began to hear her inner narrative differently.

Not as truth. As a story. And stories, she knew, because she had always loved reading and writing, can be edited.

By day four, she had started a journal. Not a gratitude list (she had always hated those, finding them faintly coercive). Just an honest account of what the voice said, followed by a simple question: “Is that actually true, or is that just the story I’ve been telling myself?”

More often than not, the answer was: just the story.

She left on the fifth day with the same life she had arrived with. The same uncertainties, the same world news, the same challenges waiting at home. But she had a different relationship with the narrator. And that, it turned out, changed rather a lot.

Why Do Our Inner Stories Have So Much Power Over Us?

What’s Actually Happening in Your Brain?

Eleanor’s experience is not unusual. In fact, it is almost boringly common, which in no way makes it less painful.

The human brain is a prediction machine. Its primary job, evolutionarily speaking, is not to make you happy. It is to keep you alive by anticipating threat. It does this by constructing narratives, stories about who you are, what the world is like, and what is likely to happen next, and then treating those narratives as fact.

This was brilliant when the threat was a predator. It is considerably less helpful when the “threat” is a 24-hour news cycle, a difficult relationship, an uncertain economy, or the generalised ambient anxiety that characterises modern life. The brain doesn’t distinguish much. It picks up a signal, builds a story around it, and files the story under “established fact.”

The trouble is that once a narrative is established, the brain actively looks for evidence to confirm it, a phenomenon psychologists call confirmation bias. If your story is “I can’t cope,” you will find evidence for that every single day. You will be extraordinarily good at finding it, and remarkably blind to anything that contradicts it.

This is not a character flaw. It is literally how the brain works. The good news, and this is where twenty years of research and clinical work become genuinely exciting, is that the brain is also neuroplastic. It can change. Narratives can be rewritten. New pathways can be built. And the conditions most likely to support that rewriting include reduced stress, increased safety, contact with nature, meaningful human connection, and engagement with story, including the stories in books.

In other words: the antidote to a harmful inner narrative is not more thinking. It is a change of environment, pace, and perspective. It is, perhaps, a week in south-west France with a good book and a pilgrim path underfoot.

How One Person’s Story Change Ripples Outward

Here is what tends to get overlooked in conversations about personal growth: the way you narrate your own life affects everyone around you.

When Eleanor returned home, her daughter noticed within a week. Not because Eleanor had announced any great revelation, but because the low-level static of chronic anxiety that had infused their conversations for years had softened. Eleanor was more present. Less reactive. She laughed more easily. She stopped finishing her daughter’s sentences with the worst possible ending.

This is not sentimental speculation. Research consistently shows that emotional regulation in one person positively affects the nervous systems of those in close proximity, through what neuroscientists call co-regulation. When you become calmer, more grounded, and less driven by fear-based narratives, you become, quite literally, a regulating presence for others.

Your children, your partner, your colleagues, your friends, your community. The ripple is real.

A person who has learned to question their inner narrative, to ask “is this true, or is this the story I’m telling?” before reacting, becomes a different kind of citizen. More thoughtful. Less tribally reactive. More capable of nuance in a world that is desperately short of it.

In this sense, doing this inner work is not self-indulgent. It is, arguably, one of the most genuinely useful things you can do in the current climate.

What Are the 5 Biggest Mistakes People Make When Trying to Change Their Inner Narrative?

Mistake 1: Trying to Silence the Voice Rather Than Understand It

The instinct is to fight the narrative. To tell yourself to stop being negative, to force better thoughts, to perform positivity until you believe it. This almost never works, because you are arguing with a narrator that has been practising its script for decades. You cannot silence a story. You have to process it.

The more useful move is to get curious. Where did this story come from? Whose voice does it sound like? What was it trying to protect you from, originally?

Mistake 2: Doing It Alone, in the Same Environment

Trying to change your thinking while remaining in the exact conditions that formed it is like trying to write a new chapter while someone is repeatedly reading you the old one at top volume. Environment matters enormously. New landscapes, new rhythms, new company all give the brain permission to try something different.

Mistake 3: Confusing Insight With Change

You can understand something perfectly and still not change. Many intelligent people have read every self-help book ever written and remained precisely as they were. Understanding the problem is just the beginning, not the solution. Change requires practice, repetition, and the kind of embodied experience that engages the whole self, not just the intellectual mind.

Mistake 4: Expecting It to Be a One-Time Event

There is no single moment when the inner narrative is permanently fixed. It is ongoing work, and that is actually fine, because maintenance is so much lighter than crisis management. A daily ten-minute practice is worth infinitely more than a once-a-decade breakdown followed by an emergency course of therapy.

Mistake 5: Underestimating the Role of Nature

This sounds almost embarrassingly simple, but access to natural beauty in particular, is one of the most consistently undervalued tools for psychological change. Research on what is called awe, the feeling of being in the presence of something vast and wondrous, shows that it reliably reduces self-referential thinking, shrinks the inner narrative’s grip, and restores a sense of perspective. A sunflower field at dawn will do more for your nervous system than an hour of cognitive restructuring, and you need not choose between them.

A Short and Powerful Intention-Setting Exercise

Ask yourself, honestly: What story am I telling most often right now? What do I say to myself about my life, my future, the state of things?

Write it down. One or two sentences. The unvarnished version.

Now ask: Is this a fact, or is it an interpretation? And if it is an interpretation, is it the only possible one?

Write a second sentence. Not a forced positive version. Just a different possible story. One that is also plausible.

Notice how your body feels when you hold the second story alongside the first.

That noticing is where change begins.

Further Reading: 5 Books That Will Help You Rewrite Your Story

1. Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. Frankl, a psychiatrist who survived the Holocaust, argued that we can always choose the meaning we assign to our experience, even when we cannot choose the experience itself. This is the foundational text of narrative resilience. Required reading if you have ever felt at the mercy of your circumstances.

2. The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk. Because inner narratives are not only cognitive, they live in the body too. Van der Kolk’s landmark work explains why thinking your way out of a harmful story is often not enough, and what embodied approaches, including movement and nature, can do that cognitive work alone cannot.

3. Quiet by Susan Cain, for those whose inner narrative has been shaped by a culture that consistently undervalues how they are wired. Cain’s exploration of introversion is also a masterclass in how received stories about who we “should” be can quietly corrode our wellbeing.

4. The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer. A gentle but genuinely radical exploration of what it means to be the observer of your thoughts rather than their prisoner. If the idea of separating yourself from your inner narrator sounds abstract, Singer makes it accessible and even, at moments, rather liberating.

5. Daring Greatly by Brené Brown. Because so many of our most damaging inner stories are rooted in shame, the story that we are not enough, not capable, not worthy. Brown’s research-based work on vulnerability has helped millions of people question the harshest chapters of their self-narrative.

PS: If you’d like something a little more practical and immediately actionable, my own book, Embracing Change, in 10 Minutes a Day, was written precisely for people navigating major life transitions who don’t have unlimited time or energy but do want to make genuine progress. Each short chapter offers a small, doable practice for shifting the stories that keep us stuck. It’s the kind of book you can open anywhere and find something useful.

If you are currently facing a major life transition or any other dramatic change in your circumstances, and you have no idea how you are going to cope, the good news is that the strategy presented in this book can help you, step by step, to improve your ability to handle the stress caused by change, even if you feel entirely powerless at the moment.


A Note on the Online Course Included With all my Retreats

Every guest at my reading retreats receives complimentary access to my Reconnect with Nature: An Online Journaling Course Inspired by Horses. This online course uses horses as mirrors and nature as the medium to help you hear your inner narrative more clearly and begin to question what has been running on autopilot. It can be worked through before, during, or after the retreat, and many guests find it invaluable for continuing the work when they return home.

5 Frequently Asked Questions

Q: I already know my thoughts are the problem. Why can’t I just think my way out of it?

Because insight and change are not the same thing, as much as we might wish they were. Understanding a pattern cognitively activates a different part of the brain than actually rewiring it. Lasting narrative change requires repeated new experience, embodied practice, and often a change of environment. Knowing is the starting point. It is not the destination.

Q: Is this about positive thinking? Because I genuinely cannot cope with positive thinking.

Absolutely not. This is about accurate thinking, which is quite different. Positive thinking asks you to replace a difficult story with a pleasant one, regardless of evidence. What we’re talking about is learning to recognise when your story is not just difficult but also not true, and finding one that is both honest and less catastrophic. That is a very different exercise.

Q: I’m an introvert. Will a group retreat suit me?

This is asked regularly, and the answer is yes, with a caveat. Retreats are designed with significant time for solitude, individual reading, and private reflection. There is no enforced bonding or relentless group activity. The walking sections of the Camino allow for as much or as little conversation as you choose. Many of the most enthusiastic guests identify as introverts who have never felt so at ease in a group setting.

Q: What if I’m not a big reader?

You’ll find books you love, perhaps for the first time in years. The retreat creates the conditions in which reading becomes a pleasure again rather than another item on the to-do list. No one is quizzed. No one has to report on their progress. You read what you like, at the pace that suits you, in conditions that make it easy.

Q: How long does it take to see a real change in your inner narrative?

Honestly? Most people notice a shift within a few days of committed, supported practice. The retreat itself, five days of walking, reading, nature, good food, and genuine reflection, is enough to begin the process meaningfully. Sustaining it requires ongoing small practice at home. Hence the ten-minute-a-day approach. Rome was not built in a day, but it was built, steadily, by people who showed up consistently.

Conclusion

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” — Viktor Frankl

You have been living inside a narrative for as long as you can remember. Some of it was given to you by circumstances, by other people, by a culture that profits from your anxiety. Some of it you constructed, carefully and understandably, to survive things that needed surviving.

But you are not required to keep living inside a story that is no longer serving you.

The world is difficult right now. That part is true. What is also true is that the way you narrate that difficulty determines almost everything about how you experience it, how you respond to it, and what you are able to offer those around you.

The story can change. It starts, as all the best stories do, with a decision to begin.

Could a Week in South-West France Help You Change Your Story?

The 5-Day Booklovers’ Binge Reading and Camino de Santiago Hiking Retreat in the Gers region of south-west France is designed for exactly the kind of person who has been carrying a story that has grown too heavy.

Here, on the ancient pilgrim path, among sunflower fields and stone chapels, with a stack of books, good food, and the particular silence that beautiful places offer, something reliably happens. The inner narrative loses its grip. The breath deepens. Perspective returns.

Hosted by Dr Margaretha Montagu, physician, life transition coach, NLP master practitioner, and author of eight books on navigating life’s hardest chapters, the retreat offers the rare combination of genuine clinical insight and extraordinary natural setting. With more than 15 years of transformational retreats and 30+ guest testimonials, this is a space where real change happens, quietly, without drama, and rather beautifully.

If the story you’re living needs a new chapter, perhaps it’s time to find a better setting in which to write it.

Join us for the Book Lovers Binge Reading Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the sun-drenched southwest of France: a journey where the trail and the story unfold together. Walk ancient paths at your own pace, then settle in each evening with a good book. This isn’t a fitness challenge—it’s a gentle rhythm—one step, one chapter, one honest conversation at a time. Rolling hills, quiet villages, golden light. No expectations, no performance, no agenda but your own unfolding.

Stay Connected: Your Next Step

If you found this article useful, you might want to take the Turning Point Quiz (https://margarethamontagu.com/lqsc/), a short, insightful tool designed to help you identify where you are in your life transition and what kind of support would serve you best right now. It takes five minutes and offers surprisingly honest results and it includes a subscription to my Newsletter, where I share practical insights on navigating life transitions, managing stress in a difficult world, and finding your way back to a life that feels genuinely yours.

Author Bio: Dr Margaretha Montagu – described as a “game changer”, “gifted healer”, “guiding light” and “life-enriching author” – is an experienced medical doctor, a certified NLP practitioner, a medical hypnotherapist, an equine-assisted psychotherapist (EAGALAcertified) and a transformational retreat leader who guides her clients through life transitions – virtually, or with the assistance of her Friesian and Falabella horses, at their home in the southwest of France.

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What story have you been telling yourself most often lately, and how would today look if you chose a different one?

The Loneliness Epidemic: Why Do I Feel Lonely Even When I’m Surrounded by People?

Loneliness

The Loneliness Nobody Talks About: When You’re Never Alone But Always Lonely

One crisp spring night, somewhere along the Camino de Santiago, in the southwest of France, a small group of reading retreat guests sits in a clearing around a fire.

By the time Lisa speaks, both hands wrapped around her mug, her tea has gone cold.

“I feel lonely,” she says. “Even when I’m not alone.”

No one rushes in to answer. The silence holds. As the words settle, she feels a strange, unsteady relief of saying something that has been true for so long it feels part of her.

“Last month,” she says, “my husband had a dinner party.”

She pauses. Starts again.

“There were twelve people. The table was so full someone brought in chairs from the kitchen. There was music, candles, good wine. Everyone was in it, you know? That moment when a room turns into its own little world.”

Her thumb traces the rim of the mug.

“I went into the kitchen. Started rinsing a glass that didn’t need rinsing. From the doorway, I could see all of them. My husband was laughing, actually laughing, head back, eyes closed. Someone was telling a story with their hands, and I—”

She stops.

The fire crackles and spits.

“It felt like I was watching through a thick glass wall. Like I could press my hand against it and it would be cold.”

Across the circle, a woman pulls her knees to her chest. Someone else looks down.

“There’s nothing wrong with my life,” Lisa says, quickly now, needing to get it right. “That’s what makes it so hard to explain. My husband loves me. My friends are good people. I went back to the table. Someone refilled my glass. I laughed, and still there was something between me and all of it. All of them. Between me and my own life.”

She looks deep into the glowing heart of the fire.

An owl calls somewhere in one of the ancient oak trees. One note, then silence again.

“I kept thinking the answer was more. More people, more plans, more noise. Like it was a void I could fill.” A small, humourless breath of a laugh. “But I can’t fill it. It’s too deep. It’s like being cold in a way that has nothing to do with temperature. You can stand in a warm, crowded, beautiful room and still feel cold.”

She sets the mug down. Her hands hover, unsure where to go.

“I think I’ve been lonely,” she says slowly, as if testing the words, “my entire adult life.” She looks up. “And I was ashamed to say it. Because I have a husband. A daughter. Friends who would come if I called. I have more than most people. So I thought the loneliness meant there was something wrong with me. Something missing. Something broken that everyone else got and I didn’t.”

Her gaze moves around the circle, face to face.

“I’ve been lugging it around like it was a flaw,” she says.

The woman beside her, someone she met that morning over coffee and small talk about the drive, reaches out and rests a hand on Lisa’s knee.

Lisa looks at it.

Then back at the fire.


What This Is: A candid, warm, and occasionally witty exploration of why so many thoughtful, connected people feel profoundly lonely in the middle of their own busy lives, and what might genuinely help.

What This Isn’t: A lecture about putting your phone down. A list of affirmations. A cheerful nudge to “just get out more.”

Read This If: You have a full diary and an empty feeling you can’t quite name. The state of the world is grinding you down and you’re not sure where you went in the noise. You’ve tried the usual fixes and they haven’t stuck.

5 Key Takeaways

  1. Feeling lonely in company is not a character flaw. It’s an important message.
  2. Modern stress, especially collective anxiety about world events, amplifies isolation even in the middle of crowds.
  3. Superficial connections can actually intensify loneliness. More social media does not equal less loneliness. Often it’s the reverse.
  4. Meaningful communities are not luxuries. They are biological necessities for nervous systems under chronic stress.
  5. This kind of loneliness is often a turning point, the beginning of a more intentional, sustaining, and connected life.

Introduction: Loneliness Creeps Up On You

The loneliest moments of your life might not hit you in an empty flat on a Friday night. They might happen at a dinner table surrounded by people you love, or in an office full of colleagues, or scrolling through a phone full of notifications that somehow make the silence louder.

If you’ve felt that particular loneliness, the kind that sits quietly in the middle of your full life and doesn’t have a polite explanation, this article is for you.

You’re not ungrateful. You’re not weak. And you’re definitely not alone (though I know that phrase probably makes you want to roll your eyes right now, given the circumstances).

What you might be is overstimulated, under-nourished, and running on a kind of connection that looks like the real thing but isn’t. Especially now. With the world doing what the world is currently doing.

By the time you finish reading, you’ll understand why this happens, what makes it worse, what actually helps, and why this particular kind of loneliness, painful as it is, might be pointing you somewhere rather remarkable.

Sophie Laurent Had Everything.

Sophie Laurent was, by any reasonable metric, doing brilliantly.

At 47, she had a good job in publishing, a flat in Lyon she’d renovated herself tile by tile, a WhatsApp group for every conceivable social occasion, and a weekend farmers’ market she attended with religious devotion. She had a sister who called every Sunday, a book club on Thursdays, and a yoga class she’d been meaning to go back to since 2022.

She also had, tucked somewhere behind her sternum, a hollow feeling she couldn’t explain to anyone without sounding utterly ridiculous.

It started, if she was honest with herself, around the time the news became something she had to manage rather than simply consume. The slow drip of anxiety about things large, distant, and completely beyond her control. Climate reports she read with one eye closed. Political headlines that made the world feel like a place she no longer quite recognised. The background hum of collective dread that had quietly moved into her nervous system and started rearranging the furniture.

She didn’t feel sad, exactly. She felt thin. Like a photocopy of herself. Present but invisible.

At book club one Thursday, sitting in a warm kitchen that smelled of red wine and someone’s excellent cheese selection, she looked around the table at six women she’d known for years. She could hear laughter. She could feel the rough grain of the wooden chair beneath her. She could smell the candles and the rain outside and someone’s new perfume that was probably too young for them, but then, who cares?

And she felt, with a clarity that was almost comical in its impertinence, completely alone.

Not unloved. Alone.

She smiled when she was supposed to smile. She laughed at the right moments. She even contributed what she later thought was quite a perceptive comment about the novel’s use of unreliable narration. And then she drove home through wet streets, let herself into her beautiful flat, sat on her sofa in her coat, and just… stayed there for a while.

What is wrong with me? was the thought she couldn’t quite keep out.

The answer, it turned out, was: nothing that couldn’t be addressed. But she didn’t know that yet.

Sophie had begun doing what many thoughtful, high-functioning people do under sustained stress. She had retreated to the surface. She was present in every room she entered but available in none of them. The anxiety about the world had created a kind of low-grade hypervigilance that kept her scanning the horizon rather than inhabiting the moment. She was perpetually braced for the next thing, which is exhausting, and which makes genuine connection, the kind that requires you to actually arrive somewhere, almost impossible.

The books helped, she noticed. Always had. When she read, really read, she forgot to brace. She went somewhere else entirely. She felt, strangely, less alone.

It was her sister, in one of their Sunday calls, who mentioned a retreat she’d stumbled across. Walking, somewhere in France. Books. A small group. Lasting silence and lingering conversation. Something about the Camino de Santiago and a doctor who’d been hosting these things for fifteen years and clearly believed that the combination of ancient paths, good literature, and the particular therapy of walking in beautiful countryside was not merely pleasant but genuinely transformative.

Sophie, who had a healthy scepticism about anything that used the word “transformative,” was nevertheless curious. She’d read enough to know that nature genuinely alters brain chemistry. She knew walking was one of the most effective interventions for anxiety that science had reliably produced. She knew that the kind of conversation that happens when people are away from their ordinary lives and walking through landscapes that dwarf their daily concerns tends to be the kind of conversation that matters.

She was tired. She was hollow. She was, despite all evidence to the contrary, lonely.

She booked it before she could talk herself out of it.

The retreat was five days in south-west France. The group was small, four women and two men, all somewhere in the middle of their lives, all carrying something. The walking was steady, not punishing, through countryside that had the quality of a long exhale. The books were the starting point for conversations that kept going long after dinner and deep into evenings that smelled of lavender and woodsmoke.

And something shifted. Not dramatically, not in a way she could have put into words. But the hollow feeling, the sense of being present without being there, began to ease. She found herself talking, really talking, in the way she hadn’t in years. She found herself listening, really listening, without composing her reply while the other person was still speaking.

On the third morning, walking along a path flanked by old oaks, dew on the grass and the world still quiet, she started crying and didn’t know why and didn’t feel she needed to know why.

Later, she thought it was simply relief. The relief of being, for once, genuinely present. Of feeling the ground under her feet, the cool air on her face, and the particular warmth of people nearby who weren’t performing anything, because out here, there was nothing to perform for.

She came home different. Not fixed, not transformed in any evangelical sense. But more solid. More herself. The hollow feeling had not vanished entirely, but she knew now what fed it and what didn’t. She knew the difference between connection and its imitation.

That, as it turned out, was the most useful thing she’d learned in years.

Why Does This Happen? And Why Does It Matter?

Is Modern Loneliness a Personal Failing or a Collective Crisis?

What Sophie experienced has a name, or rather several. Researchers call it “social loneliness,” distinct from physical isolation. You can be surrounded by people and still experience the neurological and emotional signature of loneliness, the sense of not being truly seen, known, or met.

This is not a fringe experience. It is, increasingly, an epidemic.

A 2023 report from the US Surgeon General described loneliness as a public health crisis of the first order, with health implications comparable to smoking fifteen cigarettes a day. The UK has had a Minister for Loneliness since 2018. And this was all before the anxiety cocktail of recent years, a pandemic, rolling geopolitical chaos, economic instability, and the peculiar modern affliction of being more informed about global catastrophe than any previous generation, while being less equipped to do anything about it.

The nervous system under sustained threat moves into a kind of protective crouch. We scan for danger rather than savouring presence. We perform rather than participate. We manage our interactions rather than inhabiting them. We are there without being there.

Add to this the particular loneliness of living through genuinely frightening world events, the background anxiety about things we cannot control, and what you get is a generation of people who are technically more connected than any humans in history and feeling it less.

Shallow connection, it turns out, can make loneliness worse. A scroll through social media gives us the shape of belonging without its substance. We see evidence of other people’s lives without entering them. We present curated versions of ourselves without being known. The dopamine hit is real; the nourishment is not.

What Does Genuine Connection Actually Require?

Genuine connection requires presence, vulnerability, and shared experience. It requires, in some sense, showing up, not as the managed version of yourself but as the actual one.

This is hard to do in ordinary life, where we are tired, where there is always something else demanding attention, where the performance of being fine is so habitual it’s almost unconscious.

It is easier to do in extraordinary circumstances. In places that are beautiful enough to pull you out of your head. On paths walked by millions before you, where the perspective that comes with landscape and distance has a way of loosening the grip of whatever you were holding too tightly. In the company of people who are also, for a few days, choosing to be real.

And this matters beyond you. When one person breaks through genuine isolation and finds their way back to authentic connection, it changes how they show up for everyone around them. The friend who listens better. The partner who is actually present. The colleague who doesn’t just perform. The parent, the neighbour, the community member who is there, who has, somehow, come home to themselves.

Authentic presence is contagious in the best possible way. And in a world that desperately needs it, the personal act of healing your disconnection is, quietly, also a political act.

5 Mistakes to Avoid When You’re Feeling Lonely in Company

Are You Making Things Worse Without Realising It?

1. Treating more social activity as the solution. Being busier socially is not the same as being more connected. If the connection is shallow, adding more of it doesn’t help. Sometimes it actively makes things worse, because it fills the time you might otherwise use to notice what you actually need.

2. Scrolling to feel less alone. It makes sense as an instinct. It almost never works as a strategy. Social media delivers the outline of connection without its content. It tends to reinforce the feeling that everyone else is flourishing while you’re quietly hollowing out.

3. Dismissing your loneliness as ingratitude. “I have so much, I shouldn’t feel this way” is one of the most effective ways to ensure you can’t address what’s actually happening. Loneliness is not a comment on your gratitude. It’s information about your needs.

4. Waiting until you feel better to reach out. Loneliness contracts us inward. It makes reaching out feel impossible precisely when it’s most necessary. The solution is not to wait until you feel ready. It’s to reach out anyway, even imperfectly, even briefly.

5. Confusing familiar with nourishing. Some of our habitual company, the same conversations, the same dynamics, the same social choreography we’ve been performing for years, is comfortable without being nourishing. Loneliness is sometimes a signal that we’ve outgrown certain configurations of our lives and need to find our people again, or for the first time, differently.

A Short Intention-Setting Exercise

.Ask yourself, gently, without pressure for a clever answer:

“When did I last feel genuinely present? Genuinely met? Genuinely myself?”

Let whatever comes, come. A memory, a place, a person, a specific moment when the hollow feeling wasn’t there.

Notice what was different about that moment. Was it the setting? The kind of conversation? The absence of performance? The presence of beauty, or quiet, or movement?

You don’t need to fix anything right now. You just need to remember that you know the difference. Between presence and its imitation.

Navigating Loneliness: Further Reading

1. Lost Connections by Johann Hari Hari’s work is one of the most readable and rigorously researched explorations of why so many people in connected societies feel profoundly disconnected. He identifies nine causes of depression and anxiety, most of them social and environmental, and the research he uncovers will rearrange how you think about what you actually need. Essential.

2. Bowling Alone by Robert D. Putnam A foundational text on the collapse of community and social capital in modern life. Dense in places, but the core argument, that we have systematically dismantled the structures that gave us genuine belonging, is as relevant now as when it was written. Illuminating.

3. The Gifts of Imperfection by Brené Brown, specifically because Brown addresses the way shame and the performance of being fine prevent genuine connection. Her research on belonging versus fitting in is particularly useful for people who are surrounded by others and still feel unseen.

4. Solitude by Anthony Storr A beautifully argued case for the value of being alone with oneself, distinct from loneliness, and the creative and psychological richness that genuine solitude offers. Useful if you’re trying to understand the difference between chosen aloneness and the unchosen hollow kind.

5. The Nature Fix by Florence Williams The science of what nature actually does to human brains and bodies is compelling, and Williams writes about it with both rigour and warmth. If you’ve ever noticed that you feel different, more present, more solid, after time outdoors, this book will explain precisely why, and make a persuasive case for prioritising it.


PS: I’d also gently point you toward my own book, Embracing Change, in 10 Minutes a Day (available here), which I wrote specifically for people navigating significant life transitions with limited time and considerable weariness. It’s practical, it’s honest, and it’s designed to be used in the margins of a busy life rather than requiring you to carve out hours you don’t have.

If you’re beginning to sense that nature might be part of what you’re missing, I’ve developed an online course, Reconnect with Nature: A Guided Journaling Course Inspired by Horses, that uses equine wisdom and guided journaling to help you rebuild that connection from the inside out. It’s included free for guests who join my reading retreats, and it makes a gentle and surprisingly powerful starting point for anyone beginning this work at home.

Join us for the Book Lovers Binge Reading Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the sun-drenched southwest of France: a journey where the trail and the story unfold together. Walk ancient paths at your own pace, then settle in each evening with a good book. This isn’t a fitness challenge—it’s a gentle rhythm—one step, one chapter, one honest conversation at a time. Rolling hills, quiet villages, golden light. No expectations, no performance, no agenda but your own unfolding.

5 Frequently Asked Questions

Q1: Is it normal to feel lonely even when you’re with people you love? Completely. Feeling lonely in company is one of the most common and least-discussed experiences of modern life. It doesn’t mean you don’t love the people around you, or that there’s something wrong with your relationships. It often means that you are not fully present, usually because chronic stress has pulled you into a kind of hypervigilant scanning mode that makes genuine contact difficult. It’s a signal about your nervous system’s state, not a verdict on your relationships.

Q2: Why does anxiety about world events make loneliness worse? Because chronic stress narrows our window of tolerance and keeps us braced for threat rather than open to connection. When we’re anxious, we manage our interactions rather than inhabiting them. We’re present in body but not in being. The collective anxiety of living through turbulent world events, particularly when we feel helpless, is uniquely corrosive to the sense of belonging and presence that genuine connection requires.

Q3: Can social media make loneliness worse even when it’s supposed to help? Yes, and the research is fairly consistent on this. Social media provides the form of connection without its substance. It creates a kind of pseudo-belonging that can actually increase awareness of what we’re lacking. Passive scrolling in particular, as opposed to active, intentional interaction, is reliably associated with increased loneliness and decreased wellbeing.

Q4: What’s the difference between loneliness and needing more solitude? This is an important distinction. Loneliness is the painful awareness of a gap between the connection you have and the connection you need. Solitude is the chosen, nourishing experience of being alone with yourself. Many people who feel lonely in company actually need more genuine solitude, time to return to themselves, not more social activity. The two are not opposites. Often, the ability to be genuinely present with others depends on first being genuinely present with yourself.

Q5: What actually helps when you’re feeling lonely in the middle of a full life? The evidence points fairly consistently toward a few things: meaningful, deep conversation (as opposed to social performance), time in nature, physical movement, shared purposeful activity, and community with genuine common ground. Which, not coincidentally, is rather a good description of what a Camino de Santiago walking and reading retreat offers.

Conclusion

What actually helps? Not more people. One person. One authentic exchange — even brief, even imperfect — where the mask slips half an inch and the other person doesn’t flinch. That’s it. That’s the whole antidote. Not a crowd, not a calendar full of occasions, not the relentless accumulation of activities.

Connection is not a volume game. It is a depth game. And the difference between the two is exactly the distance between standing in a packed room feeling invisible, and sitting across from one other person at a kitchen table at midnight, sharing what truly matters to you.


If this article touched a nerve, I’d love to stay in touch. You can sign up for my newsletter for insights on navigating change, stress, and the business of building a life that actually feels like yours. If you wonder if you are ready for a retreat, take my Retreat Readiness Quiz (right here). It takes ten minutes and has a way of naming things you’ve been circling around for longer than you’d like to admit.

References

  1. Holt-Lunstad, J., Smith, T. B., Baker, M., Harris, T., & Stephenson, D. (2015). Loneliness and social isolation as risk factors for mortality: A meta-analytic review. Perspectives on Psychological Science, 10(2), 227–237.
  2. Cacioppo, J. T., & Hawkley, L. C. (2009). Perceived social isolation and cognition. Trends in Cognitive Sciences, 13(10), 447–454.
  3. Twenge, J. M., Haidt, J., Joiner, T. E., & Campbell, W. K. (2020). Underestimating digital media harm. Nature Human Behaviour, 4(4), 346–348.
  4. Li, Q., Morimoto, K., Kobayashi, M., Inagaki, H., Katsumata, M., Hirata, Y., & Kawada, T. (2008). Visiting a forest, but not a city, increases human natural killer activity and expression of anti-cancer proteins. International Journal of Immunopathology and Pharmacology, 21(1), 117–127.
  5. Murthy, V. H. (2023). Our epidemic of loneliness and isolation: The U.S. Surgeon General’s Advisory on the Healing Effects of Social Connection and Community. U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.


Dr Margaretha Montagu, MBChB, MRCGP, NLP Master Practitioner, Medical Hypnotherapist, and Life Transition Coach, has spent over twenty years as a physician with a specialist interest in stress management, and more than fifteen years hosting transformational retreats where guests walk the Camino de Santiago. She is the author of eight non-fiction books on navigating life’s most demanding passages. Read what her retreat guests say about their experiences here.

What Great Books Reveal About Troubled Times

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When the World Feels Like It’s Unravelling, Open a Book: Literature’s Timeless Guide to Turbulent Times

From the trenches of existentialism to the marching fields of the civil rights movement, great writers have always known how to hold a candle in the dark

What this is: A literary tour through some of history’s most gloriously turbulent minds, and a gentle argument that the best therapy for modern anxiety may have been sitting on your bookshelf all along.

What this isn’t: A reading list you’ll feel guilty about not finishing. Nor a lecture on the death of Western civilisation. Nor a suggestion that you simply “read more” as though that’s a novel idea you hadn’t considered.

Read this if: You’re a thoughtful person who finds the current state of world affairs somewhere between deeply unsettling and outright alarming, you’ve already tried the deep breathing and the digital detox, and you suspect that somewhere in the pages of Camus or Baldwin there’s a sentence that will make everything make sense again. Or at least feel less lonely.

5 Key Takeaways

  1. Great literature was almost always written during, or in response to, chaos. The books we call classics weren’t born in comfortable armchairs. They were written through wars, pandemics, exile, and personal collapse.
  2. Reading literary fiction during times of stress isn’t escapism. It’s a form of sophisticated emotional processing. Research in cognitive neuroscience supports what thoughtful readers have always suspected: inhabiting other minds on the page builds emotional resilience.
  3. The writers who survived their eras did so by developing what we might now call intentional narrative. They wrote themselves into meaning. You can do something similar, even without a publishing contract.
  4. Disconnecting from noise and reconnecting with nature and story has measurable, lasting effects on stress and perspective. This isn’t woo. It’s physiology.
  5. You don’t have to white-knuckle your way through uncertain times alone. History’s greatest writers were, in a very real sense, writing to you. Specifically you, reading this, right now, wondering if the world has always been this strange.

Introduction: The Books That Hold a Torch in the Dark

Why does reading feel like the only sane response to an insane world?

You open the news and close it again. You’ve read enough think-pieces to wallpaper your hallway. You’re not uninformed. You’re not naïve. You are simply, and quite reasonably, exhausted.

And yet, something keeps pulling you toward your bookshelves.

There is a peculiar comfort in that instinct, and it turns out it’s not nostalgia or avoidance. It’s wisdom. Because the writers whose work has endured, Virginia Woolf finishing Mrs Dalloway in the shadow of her own fragile mental health. Albert Camus writing The Plague during the Nazi occupation of France. James Baldwin crafting his searing essays whilst America burned around him. Anton Chekhov documenting the quiet despair of a society in slow collapse, were not writing from positions of safety and certainty. They were writing from inside the storm.

And here you are, reading them, from inside your own.

This article is an invitation to look more closely at what these writers were really doing, and why their words feel, with startling frequency, as though they were composed specifically for this moment in history. It is also, quietly, a reminder that the most powerful thing you can do when the world feels unmanageable is to step away from it long enough to find your own signal in the noise.

By the time you finish reading, you will have:

  • A fresh understanding of how great literature functions as emotional and psychological medicine
  • A handful of specific writers and works to turn to when current events feel overwhelming
  • Permission, fully backed by evidence, to prioritise slow reading, nature, and intentional solitude
  • A sense that you are not as alone in your anxiety as the algorithm has led you to believe

Let’s begin.

The Story: What Elena Vasquez Found on Page 247

Could a dog-eared paperback really change a life?

Elena Vasquez was fifty-three years old when she realised she had stopped reading.

Not stopped entirely. She still consumed things: news scrolls, email threads, reports, meeting agendas, the labels on wine bottles at 10pm when she was too wired to sleep and too tired to do anything useful. She consumed words constantly. But she had not read, not really, not with that particular quality of attention she remembered from her thirties, when she used to disappear into a novel for entire Sunday afternoons, emerging blinking and slightly disoriented, as if she’d briefly inhabited someone else’s nervous system.

She couldn’t quite say when it had happened. Somewhere between the promotion that required her to be available at all hours, the slow unravelling of her twenty-year marriage (polite, then awkward, then achingly sad, then finally, officially over), and the particular ambient dread of watching the world outside her London flat grow louder and stranger and harder to parse, she had simply…stopped having the attention span for narrative.

She knew it was a loss. She felt it the way you feel a missing tooth: not constantly, but whenever you pressed against it.

It was her friend Gillian who suggested the retreat. Not a spa, not a yoga thing, not a digital detox with green juice and enforced silence, though Elena had briefly considered all of those. A reading retreat. Five days in the south-west of France, walking the Camino de Santiago in the mornings and reading in the afternoons. Structured conversation about books in the evenings. The kind of thing Elena would have dismissed as indulgent six months earlier. But six months earlier, she had still believed she was coping.

She packed four books. She almost didn’t pack Camus.

The farmhouse where they stayed smelled of lavender and thyme. The mornings were pale gold, the kind of light that makes everything look like it belongs in a film about someone who has their life together. Elena didn’t have her life together. But she laced up her walking boots on the first morning and followed the path anyway, because there was something about putting one foot in front of another on an ancient road that felt, if not exactly healing, then at least honest.

She was a surgeon. She had spent twenty years keeping other people functional under conditions of extreme stress. She knew, intellectually, all the things a physician knows about cortisol and chronic stress responses and the importance of recovery. She had given that talk. She had not, it turned out, taken it.

On the third afternoon, she opened Camus. The Plague. She had read it at university and remembered thinking it was bleak and important, the way you think things are bleak and important at twenty-two.

She was not twenty-two now.

She read for four hours without stopping. The light shifted from gold to amber to rose. Somewhere outside, she could hear the faint bells of a church and the rustling of the oak trees that lined the path she’d walked that morning. She could smell the coffee someone had made downstairs and feel the slight roughness of the old linen cushion against her bare arm.

And on page 247, she found the sentence that undid her.

“There are more things to admire in men than to despise.”

She read it three times. Then she put the book down, looked out of the window at the French countryside going quietly golden in the afternoon, and cried. Not unhappily. Something more complicated than that: the specific release of someone who has been holding something tightly for a very long time and has finally, carefully, set it down.

The world was still complicated. Her divorce was not undone. The news was not fixed. But somewhere in those four hours, in Camus’s quarantined city, watching his characters move through fear and loss and strange solidarity, Elena had found something she hadn’t known she was looking for.

She had found herself in good company.

Dr Margaretha Montagu, who has been hosting these walking and reading retreats in south-west France for more than fifteen years, sees this moment of recognition often. After two decades as a physician with a particular interest in stress management, and as the author of eight non-fiction books exploring life’s most disorienting transitions, she has observed something consistent: people arrive at the retreat carrying the weight of a world that won’t slow down, and they leave having remembered, often for the first time in years, how to be still inside a story.

“Literature is one of the most sophisticated tools we have for processing experience,” she notes. “When we read, we don’t just encounter information. We inhabit perspective. And inhabiting perspective, especially the perspective of someone navigating chaos with grace and humour and honesty, changes the reader at a neurological level. It genuinely does.”

Elena would agree. She went home with six books she hadn’t arrived with, a slightly different posture, and a renewed sense that the world, however baffling, was also full of people trying their best in interesting ways. She started reading again on Sunday afternoons.

It turned out that was not a small thing at all.

How did literature’s greatest writers transform chaos into clarity?

The common assumption is that great literature emerges from suffering, which is only half true and rather misses the point.

What these writers did was more active than that. They were imposing narrative on chaos. And that, it turns out, is one of the most powerful things a human being can do.

Virginia Woolf wrote Mrs Dalloway and To the Lighthouse whilst managing the recurring breakdowns that would eventually take her life. Her prose, with its radical interiority, its refusal to privilege external event over internal experience, was not merely a stylistic choice. It was a form of insistence: the inner life matters. The texture of a single day matters. A woman walking across London matters. In a world that had just survived the First World War and was still processing its own incomprehension, this was a radical act.

Albert Camus wrote The Plague not as allegory (though it functions magnificently as one) but as a direct response to the experience of occupation, isolation, and collective dread. The genius of the novel is that it refuses simple morality. Nobody in it is purely heroic. The plague itself is indifferent. And yet, somehow, that indifference becomes the ground from which human solidarity grows. The message that we now read as timely, because it always will be, is not that suffering ennobles us, but that the choice to show up for one another in the face of suffering is always available, regardless of the circumstance.

James Baldwin wrote because silence was not an option. His essays, The Fire Next Time, Notes of a Native Son, are not comfortable reading. They are not meant to be. But they model something extraordinary: the ability to hold rage and love simultaneously, to speak truth about injustice without losing faith in humanity. Baldwin understood that the alternative to speaking the difficult truth was a particular kind of internal corrosion. “Not everything that is faced can be changed,” he wrote, “but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” For anyone navigating a world where the difficult truths keep accumulating, this is not just wisdom. It is instruction.

Chekhov is perhaps the most underrated read of the four. His stories are quiet, unheroic, and devastatingly human. Nobody in a Chekhov story makes a dramatic gesture. People miss each other, long for things just out of reach, muddle through, commit small kindnesses, fail in small ways. And somehow this is enormously consoling, because it is true. During the collapse of tsarist Russia, with revolution gathering on the horizon, Chekhov was writing about a man who plants a cherry tree. About a woman who keeps a lap dog. About the enormous significance of ordinary life.

Which is, ultimately, what all four of them are saying to us now:

  • The world has always been unstable. Stability was always illusory.
  • The inner life is not a side room. It is the engine room.
  • Story is how human beings process experience. This is not metaphorical. This is neurological.
  • The community of readers, those who have sat with these books across decades and centuries, is a genuine community. You are not reading alone.

How can one person’s literary reconnection ripple outward?

What happens when one stressed, depleted person takes five days to read deeply and walk slowly is not only personal. Elena’s story does not end with her. She went back to her hospital. She started recommending novels to patients navigating difficult diagnoses. She began a book group for junior doctors, who, it turned out, were as depleted as she had been. She talked differently about what she was going through with her adult children, with a new specificity and openness that she traced directly to the language she had been inhabiting all week in France.

This is how transformation works when it is genuine. It does not stay private. It radiates.

Communities that read together, that share literary language, have access to a kind of collective meaning-making that is genuinely protective. Book groups, reading retreats, literary conversations are not frivolous social activities. They are acts of civic and relational health. When you return from a week of reading Camus by firelight with a small group of thoughtful strangers who have become, unexpectedly, friends, you bring something back with you. Not just a reading list. A new perspective.

5 Mistakes to Avoid When Using Literature as a Lifeline

What are the most common ways well-intentioned readers go wrong?

1. Reading for information rather than immersion. If you’re skimming literary fiction the way you skim a news article, extracting plot points and putting the book down to check your phone, you are not getting the benefit. The neurological and emotional gains from literary reading come from sustained, immersed attention. Slow down. You are not behind.

2. Choosing books that confirm your existing despair. There is a version of reading that is actually a sophisticated form of rumination: choosing the bleakest possible literature to confirm your bleakest possible suspicions about humanity. Camus is not bleak. Chekhov is not bleak. They are honest, which is different. Be discerning about what you’re actually doing when you pick up a book.

3. Reading in isolation without processing. Literature works best when it has somewhere to go. Whether that’s a journal, a conversation, a book group, or a retreat setting, the act of articulating what a book has done to you is part of the benefit. Don’t let insights dissolve unexamined.

4. Treating literary reading as a weekend activity. Fifteen to twenty minutes of literary reading per day has measurable effects on stress, empathy, and cognitive flexibility. You don’t need a whole Sunday afternoon (though those are wonderful). You need consistency. A chapter before bed. Ten pages over your morning coffee.

5. Waiting until you’re calm enough to read. Many people say they “can’t concentrate enough to read right now.” This is precisely the wrong time to give up on books. The act of reading, the sustained attention it demands, is itself a form of cognitive and nervous system regulation. Start with something accessible. Start short. Just start.

Intention-Setting Exercise

Find a quiet place, even five minutes will do. Sit comfortably, put your phone face down.

Take three slow breaths. Then ask yourself, honestly, one question: What do I most need to feel right now?

Not what you need to fix or understand or decide. What you need to feel.

If the answer is connection: reach for Baldwin or Chekhov. If the answer is courage: reach for Camus. If the answer is permission to be complex and interior and unresolved: reach for Woolf. If the answer is something you haven’t named yet: walk to your bookshelf, run your fingers along the spines, and pick the one that makes your hand stop.

Further Reading: Five Books for Troubled Times

Which books have genuinely helped people navigate upheaval?

1. The Plague by Albert Camus (1947). Chosen because it remains the most precise literary examination of collective fear and the ethics of showing up that exists in the Western canon. Every time the world enters a crisis, this book sells out. There is a reason for that.

2. The Waves by Virginia Woolf (1931). Not Woolf’s most accessible work, but for readers who are exhausted by the relentless eventfulness of the world, this novel’s interior architecture, its insistence that consciousness itself is the subject, is deeply restorative.

3. The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin (1963) Short, searing, and improbably hopeful. Baldwin’s dual essays on race, faith, and America are essential for anyone trying to understand how to hold love and rage together without one destroying the other.

4. The Bishop and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: A collection for when you need the world to slow down. Chekhov’s gift is making the ordinary feel sacred. In times of chaos, this is not a small thing.

5. Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl (1946). Not a novel, but essential. Written in the aftermath of the Holocaust, Frankl’s argument that human beings can find meaning under any conditions is both the most extreme test case and the most enduring answer to the question of how to survive what cannot be controlled.


PS: If you’re looking for a more personal starting point, you might appreciate my own book, Embracing Change, in 10 Minutes a Day. It’s a practical, compassionate daily practice for navigating life’s most disorienting transitions: the ones you chose and the ones that chose you. Ten minutes at a time. Because that, sometimes, is all any of us have.

If you are currently facing a major life transition or any other dramatic change in your circumstances, and you have no idea how you are going to cope, the good news is that the strategy presented in this book can help you, step by step, to improve your ability to handle the stress caused by change, even if you feel entirely powerless at the moment.

A Note on Reconnecting with Nature

One of the things I know with certainty, after twenty years as a physician and fifteen years as a retreat host, is that reading alone is powerful. Reading outside, or after walking, is something else entirely.

There is a physiological reason why the retreat format combines the Camino with books. Walking in nature reduces cortisol. It activates the parasympathetic nervous system. It quite literally changes the brain’s capacity for attention and openness. Which means you bring a different reader to the book.

My online course, Reconnect with Nature: A Guided Journaling Course Inspired by Horses, offers a gentler first step: a structured invitation to bring contemplative attention to the natural world around you, guided by the particular wisdom of horses, which, as any horse person will tell you, are extraordinarily good at detecting when you’re not being honest with yourself.

This course is included free for all retreat guests.

5 Razor-Sharp FAQs

What are people really asking about literature and difficult times?

Q: Is it really possible to feel better by reading fiction when real things are going wrong? A: Yes, and this is not wishful thinking. A landmark study from the New School for Social Research (Kidd & Castano, 2013) found that reading literary fiction measurably improves Theory of Mind, our capacity to understand the mental states of others. Separately, research in bibliotherapy has demonstrated that reading specific literary works reduces symptoms of anxiety and depression. The caveat is that this is literary fiction, not just any reading. The complexity of character and perspective is the active ingredient.

Q: I haven’t read a whole book in years. Where do I even start? A: Short stories. Chekhov’s short stories are often under ten pages. Baldwin’s essays can be read in twenty minutes. Start small. The attention muscle, and it is a muscle, rebuilds quickly with use. Don’t begin with Woolf if it’s been a while. Begin with something that pulls you forward by the collar.

Q: Isn’t reading a very solitary response to a problem that might need community? A: The two aren’t in opposition. Some of the richest community I’ve ever witnessed has formed around books: around the shared experience of having been changed by the same words. Reading retreats, in particular, combine solitary reading with deeply connective conversation. You walk the same path, read the same pages, and find that strangers become companions remarkably quickly.

Q: Do I need to walk the Camino to get the benefit of a reading retreat? A: The walking and the reading work synergistically, but neither requires you to be an athlete. The sections of the Camino walked during my retreats are chosen for their beauty and accessibility. The point is movement in nature, not endurance sport. People with very modest fitness levels attend and describe the walking as one of the most powerful parts of the experience.

Q: Is this kind of retreat appropriate for people in real crisis, not just general stress? A: My retreats are not a substitute for clinical care, and I would always say so clearly, with twenty years of medical training behind the statement. However, they have been attended by people navigating divorce, bereavement, serious illness, burnout, career collapse, and major life transitions. More than thirty guest testimonials on my website speak to this directly. Many guests describe the retreat as the moment they turned a corner, not because it fixed anything, but because it gave them the clarity, community, and restoration to begin doing that themselves.

Conclusion

What does literature actually tell us about coming out the other side?

There is a line near the end of The Plague that Camus almost didn’t include. His narrator, Rieux, having witnessed everything, having lost people he loved, having worked until he could barely stand, looks out over the city and thinks this:

He knew that the tale he had to tell could not be one of a final victory. It could only be the record of what had had to be done, and what assuredly would have to be done again in the never-ending fight against terror and its relentless onslaughts, despite their personal afflictions, by all who, while unable to be saints but refusing to bow down to pestilences, strive their utmost to be healers.

To be a healer rather than a saint. To do what has to be done. To refuse to bow, while acknowledging that the fight will continue.

This is not a motivational poster. It is a compass.

You are not required to be unafraid. You are not required to have all the answers. You are required, if you choose to accept the invitation, only to show up, to keep reading, to keep walking, and to bring what you find back to the people around you.

That is, when you think about it, quite enough.

“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.” — James Baldwin

Attend a Reading Retreat

If some part of this article has made you want to get back to reading, I’d like to tell you about my 5-Day Booklovers’ Binge Reading and Camino de Santiago Hiking Retreat in the south-west of France.

Morning walks on one of the world’s most ancient pilgrim routes. Long afternoons with brilliant books in a beautiful old farmhouse. Evening conversations that tend to go on rather later than planned, because it turns out that people who love reading have a great deal to say to each other.

It is for people who are clever and kind and a little bit wrung out by the world. People who remember what it felt like to lose themselves in a story and would very much like to do that again, somewhere with good wine and better light.

You don’t need to have a plan. You just need to pack a few books and show up. The path, as it has a habit of doing, will take care of the rest.

Find out more and reserve your place here.

Join us for the Book Lovers Binge Reading Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the sun-drenched southwest of France: a journey where the trail and the story unfold together. Walk ancient paths at your own pace, then settle in each evening with a good book. This isn’t a fitness challenge—it’s a gentle rhythm—one step, one chapter, one honest conversation at a time. Rolling hills, quiet villages, golden light. No expectations, no performance, no agenda but your own unfolding.

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References

  1. Kidd, D. C., & Castano, E. (2013). Reading literary fiction improves theory of mind. Science, 342(6156), 377–380.
  2. Mar, R. A., Oatley, K., Hirsh, J., dela Paz, J., & Peterson, J. B. (2006). Bookworms versus nerds: Exposure to fiction versus non-fiction, divergent associations with social ability, and the simulation of fictional social worlds. Journal of Research in Personality, 40(5), 694–712.
  3. Billington, J., Carroll, J., Davis, P., Healey, C., & Kinderman, P. (2013). A literature-based intervention for older people living with dementia. Perspectives in Public Health, 133(3), 165–173.
  4. Bratman, G. N., Hamilton, J. P., Hahn, K. S., Daily, G. C., & Gross, J. J. (2015). Nature experience reduces rumination and subgenual prefrontal cortex activation. Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 112(28), 8567–8572.
  5. Stuckey, H. L., & Nobel, J. (2010). The connection between art, healing, and public health: A review of current literature. American Journal of Public Health, 100(2), 254–263.

Dr Margaretha Montagu, MBChB, MRCGP, NLP Master Practitioner, Medical Hypnotherapist, and Life Transition Coach, has spent twenty years as a physician and fifteen years as a host of transformational retreats walking the Camino de Santiago. She is the author of eight books on navigating life’s most disorienting turning points. She believes, with some conviction, that the right book at the right moment is one of the most reliable treatments available.

Overthinking Can Make You Blind to Opportunities

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The mental habit that keeps smart, capable people stuck, and the surprisingly simple shift that changes everything.

What this is: A candid, research-informed look at how overthinking, especially during times of stress and uncertainty, actively blinds you to the opportunities that could change your life. Practical, warm, occasionally irreverent.

What this isn’t: A collection of platitudes dressed up as insight, or another well-meaning reminder that gratitude journals exist. It won’t tell you that your anxiety is simply a mindset problem, or that the solution is a green smoothie and an earlier bedtime. You are too smart for that, and frankly, you have already tried most of it.

Read this if: You are a thoughtful person navigating a stressful, uncertain world; someone who suspects your mind is working overtime and under-delivering; or someone who has ever thought, “There must be more than this,” but keeps getting interrupted by your own brain.

5 Key Takeaways

  1. Overthinking is not planning. It is the brain stuck in a loop, consuming energy that should be directed toward noticing, deciding, and acting.
  2. Opportunity rarely announces itself loudly. It tends to appear quietly, at the edge of your attention, precisely where chronic overthinking refuses to look.
  3. The state of the world is genuinely stressful. Acknowledging that is not a weakness. But letting it colonise every corner of your mind is a cost you can choose not to pay.
  4. Nature, stillness, and story are scientifically supported tools for resetting the over-activated mind and restoring the clarity that opportunity-spotting requires.
  5. The answers you are looking for are rarely found in another hour of analysis. They tend to show up on a quiet walk, in the margins of a good book, or in a conversation you weren’t expecting to need.

Introduction: Is Your Mind Too Full to Let Anything New In?

When did you last notice something delightful that you were not already looking for?

A stranger’s kind gesture. A path you had never explored. A conversation that opened a door you did not even know existed. A feeling, however fleeting, that something good was starting to happen.

If you are struggling to remember, you are not alone. And you are not broken. You are, in all likelihood, simply exhausted. Overwhelmed by a world that has become, in recent months, genuinely difficult to process. The relentless news cycle, the ambient anxiety, the sense that the ground keeps shifting, quietly and without warning.

When the brain is chronically stressed, it narrows. This is not a character flaw. It is biology. But the cost, over time, is significant. You stop seeing what is new. You stop trusting what is good. You become, without quite noticing, blind to the very opportunities that could help you move forward.

This article is about that blindness. What causes it, what it costs you, and, more importantly, what you can actually do about it. You will find here a story that might feel familiar, some hard-won wisdom, five common mistakes to avoid, and a handful of tools and resources, including a retreat in the southwest of France that has already enriched the lives of more than two decades’ worth of guests.

What Has Overthinking Already Cost You, Without You Noticing?

The Story of Miriam Voss

Miriam Voss was the kind of person you would describe, admiringly, as someone who had her life together.

Senior project manager at a respected architecture firm. Owner of a sensibly mortgaged flat in Edinburgh. Regular gym-goer, conscientious voter, reliable friend. The person at the dinner party who always knew the context behind the headline.

She was also, at the age of forty-four, quietly unravelling.

It had started, as these things often do, not with a single dramatic event, but with an accumulation. A restructure at work that left her role technically intact but spiritually gutted. A long-term relationship that had ended, not badly, but with the particular sadness of two people who had simply started moving in different directions. A mother whose health was declining. And then the world, doing what the world had been doing with increasing insistence: delivering a daily drumroll of uncertainty that felt impossible to tune out.

Miriam did what high-functioning, intelligent people do when the pressure mounts. She thought longer and harder.

She made spreadsheets. Not one, several. Spreadsheets about her career options, her financial projections, her relationship patterns, her health habits. She listened to podcasts during her commute, during her runs, during her lunch breaks. She read articles, bookmarked newsletters, kept a notes app that had swollen to four hundred and sixty-three entries and was, she admitted to herself at 2 am on a Wednesday, beginning to resemble a conspiracy board.

She was, in her own words, “trying to think my way to certainty in an uncertain world.” And it was not working.

What she had not noticed, because she was too busy analysing everything else, was that opportunities had been presenting themselves with some regularity. A colleague had mentioned, twice, an opening in a small sustainable design studio that would have suited Miriam’s quieter, more creative ambitions perfectly. She had filed it under “things to look into” and never looked. A friend had forwarded details of a five-day reading and walking retreat in France, the kind that combined the company of books and fellow travellers with long mornings on ancient paths through the French countryside. Miriam had opened the email, thought “that sounds lovely,” and immediately opened a spreadsheet about her Q3 budget instead.

Her mind was full of good ideas. It was too noisy to hear them.

The turning point came, as turning points often do, when the noise simply became too loud to ignore. It was a Tuesday in November. Miriam was on her third coffee, in a meeting she had not needed to attend, watching herself contribute nothing while her mind ran its usual marathon. And she thought, clearly, for the first time in months: I am tired of my own brain.

She went home, did not open the laptop, did not turn on the news. She made soup, the old-fashioned way, chopping things slowly, smelling the onions and rosemary, letting the kitchen fill with warmth. She noticed, for the first time in a very long time, what her kitchen actually smelled like. She sat at the table and ate, without her phone.

And into that small silence, uninvited, came a thought: What if I actually went?

She went. The retreat, five days of reading, walking ancient paths, sleeping well, turned out to be the beginning of something she could not have predicted. Not a solution, exactly. But a reorientation. A recalibration of what she was actually paying attention to.

Within six weeks of returning, she had applied for the studio position. Within four months, she had the job. Not because the retreat had handed her a plan, but because it had given her back the mental space to notice one.

How Does Overthinking Actually Blind Us to Opportunity?

The neuroscience, here, is both sobering and clarifying.

When the brain perceives threat, whether from a predator or a punishing news cycle, it activates the amygdala and narrows attentional focus. This is adaptive, in the short term. In a genuinely dangerous situation, the last thing you need is to be distracted by a beautiful sunset. You need tunnel vision.

The problem is that chronic stress, the low-grade, persistent kind that many of us have been living with for several years now, keeps that narrowing mechanism activated long after the immediate danger has passed. The brain, unable to distinguish between a tiger and a difficult quarterly review, maintains a state of heightened vigilance that is exhausting, self-perpetuating, and, crucially, opportunity-blind.

Psychologist Barbara Fredrickson’s Broaden-and-Build Theory (see below) offers the counterpoint. Positive emotional states, she has shown, literally broaden the scope of attention and cognition. You see more. You connect more dots. You notice the colleague’s offhand comment, the email that sat unopened, the path you had not considered. Positive states, in short, are the conditions under which opportunity becomes visible.

Overthinking, by its very nature, is not a positive state. It is a state of low-grade alarm, dressed up as productivity.

This matters not only for the individual, but for the communities and families around them. The person who breaks free from chronic overthinking does not simply feel better. They show up differently. They are more present in their relationships, more creative in their work, more open to collaboration, more willing to take the kind of considered risks that generate genuine change. A mind released from the tyranny of the loop is a resource for everyone it touches.

There is a particular poignancy, worth naming, in the fact that so many of the people most likely to overthink are also the most thoughtful, most conscientious, most capable. The very qualities that make them assets to their families and communities are the ones that, under sustained pressure, tip into paralysis. The world, right now, does not need its most thoughtful people to be paralysed.

What Are the Five Most Common Overthinking Mistakes?

Mistake 1: Confusing analysis with action

uThere is a seductive logic to the idea that if you just think about something long enough, you will arrive at the perfect decision/solution. You will not. At some point, continued analysis is simply a way of avoiding the discomfort of uncertainty. Decide with the information you have. Adjust as you go.

Mistake 2: Asuming worry helps you prepare

Many chronic overthinkers believe, at some level, that worrying is what caring people do. If they stop worrying, something bad will happen and they will not have been prepared. This is magical thinking in a sensible coat. Worry does not protect you or the people you love. Presence does.

Mistake 3: Seeking certainty in an uncertain world

The world is, right now, genuinely uncertain. No amount of news-consumption, scenario-planning, or spreadsheet-building will make it otherwise. The capacity to tolerate ambiguity is not a weakness. It is one of the most sophisticated cognitive skills available to us.

Mistake 4: Waiting until you feel ready

Readiness is a feeling, and overthinking is very good at preventing that feeling from arriving. People who make significant positive changes in their lives rarely report feeling ready before they made them. They report feeling ready afterwards, once they had moved.

Mistake 5: Underestimating the value of environmental change

The brain, somewhat inconveniently, tends to reproduce the same thoughts in the same environments. If you want to think differently, consider going somewhere different. Ancient pilgrimage routes exist, in part, because our ancestors understood this. Walk a different path, and a different mind tends to show up for it.

A Short Intention-Setting Exercise

Find a quiet place. You do not need long. Five minutes will do.

Sit comfortably, close your eyes if that is comfortable, and take three slow breaths. On the exhale, let your shoulders drop.

Now, ask yourself, without rushing to answer: “What have I been too busy to notice?”

Do not analyse the question. Simply hold it. Let whatever surfaces, surface. It might be a person, a feeling, an idea, a door you have been walking past. Write it down, without judgement.

What Can You Read to Understand This Better? A Reading List

1. Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

Kahneman’s foundational work on the two systems of thought, one fast and instinctive, one slow and deliberate, is essential reading for anyone who suspects their mind may be working against them. It explains, with precision and wit, why we overthink, why our conclusions are often wrong, and what better thinking actually looks like. A masterclass in cognitive humility.

2. The Miracle of Mindfulness by Thích Nhất Hạnh

Gentle, profound, and quietly revolutionary. Thích Nhất Hạnh offers the simplest possible antidote to overthinking: full attention to what is in front of you. Washing the dishes. Drinking tea. Breathing. This is not about spirituality, unless you want it to be. It is about the science of presence, and its extraordinary rewards.

3. Quiet by Susan Cain

For the introverted overthinker, and there are many, Quiet is both a mirror and a lifeline. Cain’s exploration of introversion challenges the assumption that the loudest, most decisive voice in the room is the wisest one. It validates the deep thinker while gently pointing toward the costs of thinking alone, in circles, without outlet.

4. The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk

Van der Kolk’s groundbreaking work on trauma and the nervous system explains, in compelling detail, why we cannot simply think our way out of stress. The body holds what the mind circles. Walking, nature, movement, and creative engagement are not optional extras for the chronically stressed. They are medicine.

5. Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less by Greg McKeown

For the overwhelmed high-achiever who has confused busyness with purpose, Essentialism is a necessary disruption. McKeown argues, persuasively, that the ability to focus on what matters, and to let go of what does not, is not a luxury but a survival skill. Particularly useful for those who overthink because they are trying to do everything, rather than the right thing.

P.S. My own book, Embracing Change, in 10 minutes a day, was written specifically for people navigating major life transitions under pressure. Drawing on two decades of clinical practice and more than fifteen years of hosting transformational retreats, it offers practical, compassionate, ten-minute daily practices for moving through change without being consumed by it. Short enough to actually use. Substantial enough to actually help.

If you are currently facing a major life transition or any other dramatic change in your circumstances, and you have no idea how you are going to cope, the good news is that the strategy presented in this book can help you, step by step, to improve your ability to handle the stress caused by change, even if you feel entirely powerless at the moment.

If you are someone who finds that your thinking clarifies outdoors, you are not imagining it. Research consistently shows that time in natural environments reduces cortisol, lowers rumination, and restores directed attention, the very capacity that overthinking depletes.

My online course, Reconnect with Nature: A Guided Journaling Course Inspired by Horses, explores this connection through the lens of equine-inspired reflection and guided nature journaling. Horses, as any horse person will tell you, do not overthink. They are exquisitely present. Spending time with them, even metaphorically through guided reflection, has a way of recalibrating our own relationship with the present moment.

This course is included free with all my reading retreats. Guests consistently tell me it was one of the most unexpected and valuable parts of their experience.

5 FAQs People Are Asking About Overthinking

Q1: Is overthinking a mental health condition?

Overthinking itself is not a diagnosable condition, but it is a well-documented symptom of anxiety, depression, and chronic stress. If your overthinking is significantly disrupting your daily life, sleep, or relationships, it is worth speaking to a healthcare professional. As a physician with a longstanding interest in stress management, I would say this: if you are asking the question, the answer is probably “yes, seek support.”

Q2: Why do intelligent people overthink more?

Research suggests that higher intelligence is associated with a greater capacity for abstract thinking, which is the same cognitive function involved in worry and rumination. Essentially, a powerful mind with insufficient direction turns on itself. This is not a character flaw. It is a management challenge.

Q3: Can overthinking damage your health?

Yes. Chronic rumination is associated with elevated cortisol, disrupted sleep, impaired immune function, and increased risk of anxiety and depression. It is not a harmless quirk. After twenty years in clinical practice, I can tell you that the body keeps a very accurate account.

Q4: What is the fastest way to stop an overthinking spiral?

Change your physical state. Stand up. Go outside. Splash cold water on your face. Walk around the block. The brain cannot sustain the same thought pattern when the body is doing something different. This is not a permanent solution, but it is a reliable circuit breaker, and sometimes that is exactly what you need.

Q5: How long does it take to change an overthinking habit?

It depends on the depth of the habit and the tools you use. In my experience, both clinically and as a retreat host, meaningful change often begins during a period of significant environmental shift, away from the ordinary. The brain, given new inputs and reduced pressure, is remarkably responsive. The question is not how long. It is whether you are ready to give it the conditions it needs.

Conclusion: What Does Your Life Look Like When You Stop Overthinking?

“You can’t see the view from inside the maze.”

This is the quiet truth at the heart of overthinking. The mind, when it is circling, cannot also be witnessing. And witnessing, it turns out, is how we find our way.

You are, in all likelihood, a person of genuine capability and depth. You have already navigated more than most. And precisely because you care, because you take the world seriously, because you feel the weight of uncertainty rather than simply brushing past it, you are also vulnerable to the particular trap of over-analysis.

The world will not become less uncertain if you think about it too long. But your relationship to it can become less fraught if you give yourself, regularly, the conditions under which a calmer, clearer, more opportunity-awake version of you can emerge. It is arguably the most important thing you can do, for yourself, and for the people around you.

Is It Time to Step Outside Your Head, and Into Something Extraordinary?

Five days. Ancient paths. Good books. Unhurried conversation. And the particular magic of the southwest of France in its golden seasons.

My Book Lovers’ Binge Reading and Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat was designed for exactly the kind of person described in this article. The thoughtful one. The capable one. The one who has been thinking very hard and getting, somehow, nowhere. You walk trails that people have walked for a thousand years. You read, deeply and without apology. And you return home not with answers, precisely, but with the clarity to start finding them. With more than thirty guest testimonials speaking to the power of this experience, and fifteen years of refinement behind it, this retreat has become, for many guests, the turning point they had been circling for years.

If that sounds like something you need, it probably is.

Join us for the Book Lovers Binge Reading Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat in the sun-drenched southwest of France: a journey where the trail and the story unfold together. Walk ancient paths at your own pace, then settle in each evening with a good book. This isn’t a fitness challenge—it’s a gentle rhythm—one step, one chapter, one honest conversation at a time. Rolling hills, quiet villages, golden light. No expectations, no performance, no agenda but your own unfolding.


If this article has resonated, I would invite you to do two things.

First, sign up for my newsletter, where I share regular reflections, research, and practical wisdom on life transitions, stress, and the quiet art of moving forward.

Second, take my Turning Point Quiz. It is a short, thoughtfully designed quiz that helps you identify where you are in your transition, and what you actually need right now. Not what the internet thinks you need. Not what your most anxious inner voice insists. What, given your particular situation and strengths, is most likely to help.

It takes about five minutes. It tends to be quietly illuminating.

The opportunities you have been missing have not gone anywhere. They are still there, at the edge of your attention, waiting patiently.

References

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Author Bio: Dr Margaretha Montagu – described as a “game changer”, “gifted healer”, “guiding light” and “life-enriching author” – is an experienced medical doctor, a certified NLP practitioner, a medical hypnotherapist, an equine-assisted psychotherapist (EAGALAcertified) and a transformational retreat leader who guides her clients through life transitions – virtually, or with the assistance of her Friesian and Falabella horses, at their home in the southwest of France.

Why a Reconnect with Nature Retreat in the southwest of France Might Be the Smartest Thing You Do This Year

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An Esprit Meraki Stress-Reducing Retreat Could Be Your Most Powerful Reset in These Uncertain Times

What this is: A grounded, honest look at why attending a stress-reducing retreat during a period of sustained political uncertainty is genuinely useful, not indulgent. We’re talking neuroscience, narrative, and the particular magic of walking the Camino de Santiago in south-west France with Friesian horses for company.

What this isn’t: A suggestion to simply “unplug for a while” and hope the world sorts itself out. Advice that assumes your anxiety is a personal failing rather than a reasonable response to an unreasonable amount of global noise. Anything that uses the phrase “just focus on what you can control” without acknowledging how exhausting that instruction has become.

Read this if: The relentless churn of political uncertainty has been quietly eroding your concentration, your sleep, and your sense of what’s actually solid. You’re thoughtful, informed, and have already tried most of the standard remedies. You’re not looking for distraction. You’re looking for genuine restoration.

5 Key Takeaways

  1. A retreat is a strategic pause, not an abdication of responsibility. Stepping out of the noise is often the only way to gain the perspective you cannot find inside it.
  2. Political stress is physiologically real, and sustained exposure to uncertainty activates the same stress pathways as any other chronic threat. The body does not distinguish between personal and global.
  3. Walking is not just exercise, it is a time-honoured tool for processing anxiety, quieting mental noise, and arriving at clarity that sitting still, or sitting in front of a screen, rarely offers.
  4. Community matters more than we admit. Shared honest conversation with people who understand the particular weight of this moment can shift something that isolation cannot.
  5. Retreating is not giving up. You return more grounded, more clear-headed, and more genuinely useful to everyone around you than you were when you left.

Introduction: Why Right Now Is Exactly the Right Moment to Stop

Here is something worth admitting out loud: the idea of booking a retreat when the world feels like it’s mid-unravelling can seem spectacularly self-indulgent.

The world is in turmoil. You have opinions, responsibilities, a newsfeed that refreshes every four minutes with something new to absorb and react to. And somewhere underneath all of that, a quiet, exhausted voice that whispers, what if I just… stopped. For a minute.

That voice is not a weakness. That voice is wisdom.

The world right now is changing. Political instability, collective anxiety, the erosion of certainties that once felt permanent, the relentless noise of a global information environment designed to keep you activated and alarmed, all of it accumulates. Not dramatically. Quietly. In the quality of your sleep, the length of your attention span, the way you snap at the people you love for no reason you can clearly identify, the vague but persistent sense that you are perpetually braced for something.

This is what chronic low-grade existential stress actually does to a person. And it is doing it to a great many people simultaneously, which makes it both more understandable and, paradoxically, harder to address. When everyone around you is equally stressed, the stress starts to feel like the weather. Just the way things are.

It is not just the way things are. It is a physiological state with measurable effects and evidence-based remedies.

What you’ll find in this article: a clear-eyed, evidence-informed case for why an intentional, nature-based stress management retreat might be one of the most strategically sound decisions you make this year. Not an escape from the world. A return to yourself, so that you can engage again from a position of genuine strength rather than accumulated exhaustion.

The Story: How Claire Desmarais Found Solid Ground Again

Claire’s Story: When the Noise Gets Too Loud to Hear Yourself Think

Claire Desmarais had always been the kind of woman who stayed informed.

Not obsessively. Responsibly. She read serious journalism. She listened to thoughtful podcasts on her commute. She voted, gave to causes she believed in, had considered opinions about things that mattered. For twenty-two years, being a well-informed, engaged citizen had been part of how she understood herself.

And then, somewhere in the past two years, it had curdled into something else entirely.

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment. It wasn’t a single headline. It was the accumulation, the slow drip of instability, the sense that the floor of things she’d assumed were solid, institutions, norms, the basic predictability of how the world worked, was less solid than she’d thought. She still read the news every morning. She just no longer felt better informed afterward. She felt insecure, and then read more, and felt more insecure, in a loop that had its own grim momentum.

She was sleeping badly. Her concentration at work, previously one of her great professional assets, had developed holes in it. She’d find herself mid-sentence in a meeting, having lost the thread. She’d start a book and abandon it after two pages. Her youngest had asked her, with the blunt precision only a fifteen-year-old can deploy, whether she was “always going to be this tense from now on.”

She’d laughed. It hadn’t entirely felt like a laugh.

She tried the obvious things. She set limits on her news consumption. She went to the gym with more regularity. She had dinner with friends where they agreed not to talk about current events, which lasted approximately twenty-five minutes before someone said “I know we said we wouldn’t, but did you see…” She tried meditation, which she found useful in the way that a plaster is useful on a wound that really requires stitches.

Her colleague sent her a link. “This is either exactly what you need or completely mad,” she said. “Possibly both.”

The link was to a five-day Camino de Santiago retreat in south-west France. Hosted by a retired physician, Dr Margaretha Montagu, who had spent more than fifteen years guiding people through exactly this kind of sustained inner turbulence. Walking the Camino de Santiago. Storytelling circles. Friesian horses. Small group. Ancient path. A deliberate, held pause in a landscape that predated every current crisis by approximately a thousand years.

Claire booked it before she’d finished reading the page, then immediately worried this was too impulsive. Then decided impulsive was probably fine, given the circumstances.


She arrived in France on a Sunday evening in October, when the light was doing that particular golden thing it does in the south-west, slanting through chestnut trees at an angle that seemed personally designed to make you feel something other than dread. She smelled woodsmoke, dry earth, and something faintly floral she couldn’t name. Her shoulders, which had been residing somewhere near her ears for the better part of eighteen months, dropped approximately two centimetres.

There were three other participants. A secondary school teacher who described himself as “constitutionally incapable of switching off” and had the eye bags to prove it. A retired civil servant who had spent four decades working in institutions she now watched being dismantled, and didn’t quite know what to do with the grief of it. A freelance writer who’d found that the anxiety she’d once channelled productively into her work had started, recently, to simply be anxiety.

They were all, in their own way, running on fumes and not admitting it.

On the first morning, they walked ten kilometres through farmland and forest, mostly in silence. Claire noticed she kept waiting for the urge to check her phone and was surprised to discover it didn’t come. The path demanded something from her feet, and her feet demanded something from her attention, and her attention had no room left over for the static.

The light through the trees was specific and unhurried. Her boots on the path made a sound she found unexpectedly comforting. A bird she couldn’t identify called from somewhere to her left. She had no idea what it was, and for the first time in a long time, that felt completely fine.

In the storytelling circle that evening, Dr Montagu asked a question Claire later described as the most useful thing anyone had said to her in a year: not how are you coping with everything, but what does the noise drown out, and is that the thing you actually need to hear?

Claire thought about that question for six kilometres the next day.

The horses, two enormous Friesians with the calm authority of creatures entirely unbothered by the geopolitical situation, were very present on the third day. Claire found herself standing next to the larger one, who was warm against her shoulder, breathing slowly and deliberately, like a gentle instruction. She matched her breath to the horse’s. Something in her chest, tight for longer than she could accurately remember, loosened by about a quarter turn.

By day four, she had slept, properly, for three consecutive nights. She had cried once, from simple relief at the quiet. She had laughed, genuinely, at something the retired civil servant said about her attempts to explain algorithmic news feeds to her eighty-year-old mother. She had arrived at a clarity about what she actually valued, and what she was actually afraid of, that two months of anxious scrolling had entirely prevented her from accessing.

She didn’t come home fixed. She came home different. Quieter in the places that had been loudest. More able to engage with the world thoughtfully rather than reactively. And in possession of something she hadn’t expected: a sense of her own ground, something stable to stand on, that the noise hadn’t managed to erode.

Why Does Political Uncertainty Hit So Hard, and What Can Actually Help?

What does sustained political stress actually do to us?

Let’s be specific about this, because “stress is bad for you” has been said so often that it has almost stopped meaning anything.

When the brain perceives threat, whether immediate and physical or ambient and political, it activates the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis and releases cortisol. This is useful in short bursts. It is not useful when it becomes the permanent background state of daily life.

Sustained cortisol elevation disrupts sleep architecture, impairs the hippocampus (affecting memory and the ability to contextualise new information), reduces activity in the prefrontal cortex (the part of the brain responsible for nuanced judgment, long-term thinking, and the ability to tolerate ambiguity), and increases the amygdala’s reactivity, making you quicker to alarm and slower to reason your way back from it.

In other words: chronic political stress systematically impairs exactly the cognitive and emotional capacities you most need in order to think clearly about a complex world. It is, neurologically speaking, spectacularly counterproductive.

This is not a character flaw. It is a physiological response to an environment that is genuinely more uncertain, more noisy, and more relentlessly demanding of your attention than the one human nervous systems were designed for.

Nature exposure and rhythmic movement, on the other hand, reduce cortisol measurably. Green space lowers rumination and activates parasympathetic nervous system function. Long-distance walking in natural environments has been shown to facilitate what researchers call “involuntary attention,” a form of soft, effortless focus that allows the deliberate, effortful attention system to rest and recover. It is, in effect, a reboot of the exhausted mind.

Dr Margaretha Montagu, MBChB, MRCGP, NLP Master Practitioner, Medical Hypnotherapist, and Life Transition Coach, has spent over twenty years observing and facilitating this process. As a physician with a specialist interest in stress management, and as the host of transformational Camino nature retreats for fifteen years, she has accompanied dozens of guests through the particular modern exhaustion of feeling perpetually braced against a world that won’t stay still.

“The Camino has been walked by people carrying enormous mental weight for over a thousand years,” she observes. “It knows what to do for a troubled mind. You just have to keep walking.”

Why does walking in nature specifically help?

The evidence is robust and growing. Research published in Scientific Reports found that spending at least two hours per week in natural settings was significantly associated with better health and wellbeing outcomes. Studies on nature-based stress reduction consistently find that natural environments lower cortisol, reduce rumination, and activate the parasympathetic nervous system in ways that urban or indoor environments do not.

The Camino de Santiago, walked through its original landscape of forest paths, river valleys, and ancient stone villages in south-west France, offers something beyond generic “green time.” It offers a route with meaning and purpose, paths worn by centuries of people who were also, in their own historical moments, navigating uncertainty. There is something in that lineage that many people find quietly steadying, the knowledge that difficulty is not new, that people have always found their way through it, and that the path goes somewhere.

Why we need the support of our community

One of the quieter revelations of a well-facilitated group retreat is discovering that you are not, in fact, the only person who has been quietly hollowed out by the accumulated weight of the current moment.

Political stress, unusually among stressors, carries a particular social isolation. People disagree. Conversations feel loaded. There is a reluctance to admit just how much it is affecting you, in case that sounds dramatic, or alarmist, or insufficiently resilient.

The storytelling circles at the heart of Dr Montagu’s retreats create something specific and valuable: a space in which honesty is the norm rather than the exception. The neurological term for what happens in such a group is “co-regulation,” the way that calm, honest, attuned human presence helps regulate an overactivated nervous system. The human term is simpler. I felt less alone.

Why Your Reset Matters to Everyone Around You

It is tempting to frame a retreat as a self-indulgent act, particularly when the world seems to require constant engagement.

Here is a more accurate frame: you are the nervous system that other people are regulated by.

Your children, your colleagues, your friends, they read your quality of presence before they process your words. When you are operating from a state of chronic low-grade alarm, that state is contagious. Not metaphorically. Neurologically. The people around you pick it up and carry it.

When someone returns from a genuine process of restoration, the effects do not stay contained within them. They bring a different presence to their relationships. They make decisions from a less reactive, more considered place. They model, for everyone watching, what it looks like to remain grounded when the world is not, which is, it turns out, one of the most useful things a person can do right now.

The ripple effects are real. A person who returns from a retreat quieter, steadier, and more genuinely present is not less engaged with the world. They are more usefully engaged with it. There is a difference between anxious attention and clear attention. Only one of them actually helps.

5 Mistakes to Avoid When Considering a Stress-Reducing Retreat

Mistake 1: Confusing information with insight

Consuming more news does not produce more clarity. It produces more activation. The assumption that staying constantly informed is a form of civic responsibility has become, for many thoughtful people, a very effective way of staying stressed while feeling very productive.

Mistake 2: Choosing a retreat based on luxury rather than substance

Lovely as a spa weekend is, it is not the same as a structured, professionally facilitated experience designed to help you actually process sustained stress. Look for retreats that combine evidence-based approaches, skilled facilitation, embodied practice, and genuine community. The quality of the facilitation matters enormously. With over twenty years of medical and psychological expertise, and nearly fifteen years hosting transformational retreats, Dr Montagu brings a depth of understanding to this work that goes well beyond wellness industry aesthetics.

Mistake 3: Waiting until the world calms down

The world is not going to calm down on a schedule that is convenient for your wellbeing. Waiting for a stable moment to invest in your own restoration is a form of optimism that the current environment does not reward. The time to address chronic stress is not after it has extracted its full cost.

Mistake 4: Going it alone when you could go supported

There is a meaningful difference between taking a holiday alone to decompress and attending a structured, facilitated retreat with a trained professional and a small group of equally thoughtful people. The former can be restorative. The latter can be genuinely transformative. The presence of skilled facilitation means that what arises in the space between people is held, worked with, and integrated, rather than simply experienced and left unprocessed.

Mistake 5: Underestimating the physical element

The body is where political stress actually lives, in the tension in your shoulders, the shallowness of your breathing, the way your jaw is probably clenched right now. Movement in nature is not incidental to the retreat experience. It is central to it. Walking, particularly long and rhythmic, through a landscape that asks nothing of you except your attention, is one of the most reliable ways available to shift what the thinking mind alone cannot reach.

A Short Intention-Setting Exercise Before You Decide

Find five quiet minutes. Preferably outside, or at least with a window. Without your phone.

Sit, and bring to mind what your attention has been most absorbed by in the past two months. Notice how that absorption feels in your body. Notice where it lives. Notice whether it is energising you or depleting you.

Now ask yourself, honestly: when did I last feel genuinely quiet? Not distracted, not numbed, but actually still?

And then: what would become possible if I gave myself several intentional days to stop absorbing the noise of the world and instead hear what I actually think, feel, and need?

Write down whatever comes. Don’t edit it. Just notice.

That noticing is your starting point.

Further Reading: 5 Books Worth Your Time

1. Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers by Robert Sapolsky. Chosen because it is the clearest, most readable, and most entertaining account available of what chronic stress actually does to the body and mind, and why the modern human experience of sustained, ambient, unresolvable threat is uniquely damaging. Essential reading for anyone who wants to understand, rather than just describe, what is happening to them.

2. The Anxious Generation by Jonathan Haidt. Because understanding the broader cultural and technological architecture of the anxiety epidemic is itself clarifying. Haidt’s analysis of how the information environment actively exploits our threat-detection systems is both sobering and oddly relieving. It is not just you, and it is not just weakness.

3. The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk, because stress, including political and ambient stress, is not only a cognitive event. It lives in the body, in ways the thinking mind can’t always access. Understanding this is practical, particularly when considering why embodied practices like walking work as well as they do.

4. Deep Work by Cal Newport. Because the capacity for sustained, focused attention, precisely what chronic news-anxiety erodes most reliably, is also one of the most valuable and recoverable human capacities available. Newport’s case for protecting it is both rigorous and useful.

5. Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. Because when external circumstances are genuinely difficult and genuinely beyond our control, the question of meaning becomes not philosophical but practical. Frankl’s account of constructing meaning under the most extreme circumstances imaginable is both humbling and, strangely, one of the most grounding things you can read right now.


P.S. If you’re looking for something shorter, sharper, and designed for people who are already saturated and don’t have time for a long read, Dr Margaretha Montagu’s own book, Embracing Change: In 10 Minutes a Day, offers daily micro-practices specifically designed to help people find steadiness when the ground beneath them won’t stay still. It’s warm, it’s practical, and it doesn’t require you to clear your schedule to benefit from it.

If you are currently facing a major life transition or any other dramatic change in your circumstances, and you have no idea how you are going to cope, the good news is that the strategy presented in this book can help you, step by step, to improve your ability to handle the stress caused by change, even if you feel entirely powerless at the moment.

5 FAQs About Stress Management Retreats: Real Questions, Honest Answers

FAQ 1: Isn’t retreating from the news irresponsible when things actually matter?

This is the most important question, and it deserves a direct answer. Retreating for several intentional days does not make you less informed or less engaged. It makes you less reactive and more capable of genuine discernment. There is a meaningful difference between anxious, cortisol-driven news consumption and calm, considered engagement with the world. A retreat helps you access the latter. It does not ask you to stop caring. It asks you to care from a more sustainable place.

FAQ 2: I’m not fit enough to walk the Camino.

The retreats are designed for regular people, not athletes. Daily walks are manageable, meaningful, and paced for the group. The goal is presence and process, not performance. If you can walk for a few hours at a moderate pace with occasional rest, you can participate fully.

FAQ 3: What makes this different from just taking a holiday?

A holiday is about stepping away from your life. This is about stepping into yourself more clearly. The combination of skilled facilitation, structured reflection, honest storytelling, equine interaction, and intentional movement creates conditions for genuine restoration that a lovely week somewhere warm, however well earned, typically doesn’t produce. You return from a holiday rested. You return from a well-facilitated retreat changed.

FAQ 4: I’m worried this isn’t a good use of money when things are uncertain.

Chronic stress has measurable costs: in productivity, in health, in the quality of your relationships, in decision-making. The question is not whether you can afford to address it. The question is whether you can afford not to. A retreat is an investment in the asset that everything else in your life depends on. That is not an indulgence. That is maintenance.

FAQ 5: What’s the actual evidence that retreats help?

It is robust and growing. Research on nature-based interventions, mindfulness retreats, and somatic movement practices all point consistently in the same direction: structured, nature-based, community-supported experiences reduce cortisol, lower rumination, improve mood and cognitive flexibility, and support longer-term resilience. The combination of walking, professional facilitation, and honest group storytelling offered on Dr Montagu’s retreats draws on all three evidence streams simultaneously, and the over thirty guest testimonials on her website offer the kind of first-hand evidence that research papers, for all their value, cannot quite replicate.

Conclusion: You Cannot Think Your Way Out of Nervous Exhaustion

Here is what is genuinely difficult about political stress: it is diffuse, ongoing, and largely unresolvable by individual action. Unlike a concrete personal problem, it does not respond to problem-solving. Unlike a specific fear, it does not respond to reassurance. It just sits there, underneath everything, quietly consuming resources you needed for other things.

The answer is not more information, more discussion, more analysis, or more determined attempts to “stay positive.” The answer is a physiological reset, sufficient in depth and duration that the nervous system actually returns to baseline rather than simply pausing momentarily before resuming its alarm.

A well-designed retreat, held by someone who genuinely understands both the neuroscience and the human experience of what you’re carrying, in a landscape that the noise of the modern world cannot follow you into, is one of the most effective means available of achieving that reset. And returning from it not as a person who has opted out, but as a person who has, finally, opted back in to themselves.

“You cannot think clearly from inside the noise. Sometimes the most courageous thing you can do is walk somewhere quiet and listen for what you already know.”

Ready to Walk Away From the Noise? (Quite Literally.)

Imagine five or seven days in the sunlit landscape of south-west France, walking ancient Camino paths through forests and farmland that have absorbed a thousand years of human footfall, waking up to birdsong instead of breaking news, and spending your evenings in honest, warm conversation with a small group of remarkable people who are also, quietly, looking for solid ground.

Dr Margaretha Montagu’s Crossroads Camino de Santiago Retreats combine daily guided walks, structured storytelling sessions working through the Purpose Pivot Protocol, individual reflection, and the quietly extraordinary company of Friesian horses. Designed for people who are thoughtful, capable, and running on empty in a world that won’t stop demanding more, these 5 and 7-day retreats offer something genuinely rare: experienced medical and psychological expertise, ancient landscape, and warm, honest community, held together by someone who has spent nearly fifteen years helping people find their footing again.

If the noise has been too loud and your own signal has become hard to find, this is where you walk back toward it.

If your soul is craving fresh air, meaningful movement, and a chance to reconnect with nature, join us on a Camino de Santiago Crossroads Retreat in the southwest of France. This isn’t just a scenic hike – it’s a powerful, natural reboot for your body, mind, and spirit. Imagine quiet paths, rolling hills, cozy evenings, and slow conversations. No fitness requirements. No forced bonding. No pressure to have a breakthrough. Just one foot in front of the other, and a journey that meets you exactly where you are.

“I am an experienced medical doctor – MBChB, MRCGP, NLP master pract cert, Transformational Life Coach (dip.) Life Story Coach (cert.) Stress Counselling (cert.) Med Hypnotherapy (dip.) and EAGALA (cert.) I may have an impressive number of letters after my name, and more than three decades of professional experience, but what qualifies me to excel at what I do is my intuitive understanding of my clients’ difficulties and my extensive personal experience of managing major life changes using strategies I developed over many years.” Dr M Montagu

References

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The Doctor Who Couldn’t Breathe Part 4

As you may know, I host Camino de Santiago walking and writing retreats and belong to a delightfully creative band of scribblers called the Wordweavers in the southwest of France writing group, and at one of our meetings, held on Friday the 13th of February 2026, which felt appropriately theatrical—I read the story you’re about to finish reading.

This is part 4 of the story of a doctor who spent years teaching other people how to breathe… and only much later discovered that she herself had forgotten how. Dr. Anna Vermeer was a competent, respected, thoroughly overworked physician who could diagnose stress in her patients within minutes and prescribe sensible solutions with great confidence. Every day people arrived in her office with tight chests, racing thoughts, insomnia, and the quiet sense that life had become a little too much.

Anna listened carefully, reassured them, and encouraged them to slow down.

Meanwhile, she ran through her own life at a pace that suggested the building might catch fire at any moment. She believed this was normal. Responsible people carried heavy loads. Dedicated professionals stayed busy. Doctors, after all, were supposed to take care of everyone else.

Until the afternoon she discovered—quite unexpectedly—that when she told a patient to take a deep breath… she couldn’t.

What followed was not a dramatic collapse or a sudden bolt of enlightenment. It was something quieter: a retreat in the countryside, a sunrise she almost missed, and a phone that, for the first time in years, was switched off.

Part 4

The clinic, it turned out, had been running perfectly well without her constant supervision. This was not a conclusion she had expected to reach. For years Anna had operated under a very sensible professional assumption: that if she relaxed her grip on things — even slightly — the entire system might unravel like a badly knitted sweater.

Patients would suffer.

Charts would multiply.

Emails would form colonies.

Civilisation itself might disintegrate.

Yet here she was, driving home through the quiet countryside after seven days of what could only be described as not doing very much, and the world appeared remarkably intact.

The retreat had been strange in the best possible way. Not dramatic. No thunderbolts. No profound revelations delivered by mysterious gurus wearing linen trousers. Just small things. Walking slowly through fields while mist rose from the grass. Listening to birds whose entire job description appeared to consist of singing enthusiastically for hours on end.

And breathing.

At first, the breathing had been slightly awkward, like reconnecting with an old acquaintance you hadn’t spoken to in years. But by the second morning, Anna had discovered something astonishing. Her lungs were perfectly capable of filling to full capacity.

The real miracle, however, had happened in her mind. When she switched off her phone that first morning and walked into the fields, something curious occurred. Nothing happened. No emergencies. No frantic messages. No patients collapsing dramatically in supermarket aisles because their doctor had dared to take a sunrise walk.

The world continued rotating in a pre-ordained, planetary manner. And Anna discovered a quiet but radical truth: stress had never been proof of responsibility. It had simply been a habit. A very persistent one.

The real test, of course, began on Monday morning. Anna arrived at the clinic at her usual time. The building looked exactly the same. The faint scent of disinfectant still floated in the corridors. The coffee machine still sounded mildly dyspeptic. And the waiting room was already filling with patients who carried the familiar invisible backpacks of modern life. For a moment Anna stood in the hallway. Her old routine tugged at her immediately — open email, check messages, rush. Her brain had already begun its familiar morning sprint.

But then she remembered the valley at sunrise. The quiet. The long, slow breath that had reached all the way down to her ribs. So she did something unusual. She stopped, right there in the hallway, just for a moment. She took a slow breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The clinic did not collapse.

Encouraged by this evidence, she tried something even more radical. She did not open her email immediately. Instead, she walked to her consulting room, set down her bag, and sat for thirty quiet seconds before the first patient arrived. It felt vaguely rebellious, like skipping school. The patient knocked and entered — a young man with headaches and fatigue. Anna listened carefully, asking questions the way she always had. But something about her presence had shifted. She was not leaning forward toward the next task. She was actually there. Fully. Listening. The consultation lasted the usual fifteen minutes, but when the patient left he looked noticeably calmer. Anna noticed something else. She did not feel drained.

Over the next few weeks, Anna conducted a series of highly sophisticated personal experiments.

The first: stop answering emails after 8 p.m. This initially caused mild psychological distress. Her fingers would hover near the phone around 10:30 p.m., wondering whether an extremely urgent message might be hiding there. But after several evenings of not checking, she discovered something extraordinary. Almost none of the emails required attention at 10:30 p.m. In fact, many problems had mysteriously solved themselves by morning.

The second experiment: eat lunch sitting down. This was revolutionary. Previously, lunch had consisted of coffee and possibly a biscuit consumed while standing near a printer. Now Anna took twenty minutes — actual minutes. She sat outside when the weather allowed and noticed things. Trees. Clouds. Occasionally a pigeon with radical opinions about breadcrumbs. Her nervous system seemed to appreciate this development enormously.

The third experiment: one deep breath between patients. Just one, before the next knock on the door. Inhale. Exhale. At first it felt like inserting a tiny pause in a machine that had been running nonstop for years, but gradually those breaths became small islands of calm scattered through the day.

Her colleagues began noticing subtle changes. “You look different,” one of them said over coffee.

Anna considered this. “Different how?”

The colleague shrugged. “Less… like you’re about to solve ten problems simultaneously.” Anna smiled. Progress.

The most significant change, however, appeared in her consultations. Patients with stress and burnout were still arriving in steady numbers — modern life had not yet improved its scheduling policies — but Anna now spoke to them with a slightly different authority. When she said “your body is asking for rest,” she meant it. When she said “try slowing your breathing,” she had tested the method herself. And occasionally she told them a story. Not a dramatic one. Just about a doctor who once discovered she had forgotten how to breathe properly.

Patients usually laughed.

Then they tried the breathing exercise. Sometimes the room would grow very quiet.

Of course, Anna did not become a perfectly serene human being overnight. She was still a doctor. Her days still contained urgent situations, difficult diagnoses, and the occasional administrative form that seemed designed by philosophers interested in suffering. But something fundamental had shifted. Stress no longer sat permanently in the driver’s seat. Instead, it appeared occasionally — like an overly enthusiastic backseat driver. When that happened, Anna knew what to do. She paused. Breathed. Stepped outside if necessary. The clinic garden, she discovered, contained a surprisingly charming apple tree she had never noticed before. It had probably been there for decades.

One evening, several months later, Anna left the clinic just before sunset. The sky glowed in shades of amber and rose. She stood beside her car for a moment, breathing in the cool air. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Old reflexes stirred briefly — check the message, respond immediately.

But Anna simply smiled. The message could wait. Instead she looked up at the sky. Birds crossed the fading light in loose, unhurried formations. Somewhere nearby someone was cooking dinner, and the warm scent of garlic drifted faintly through the air. Anna took a long, slow breath.

It occurred to her that freedom was a curious thing.

For years, she had imagined it required immense courage, dramatic changes, escaping responsibilities, running away to remote islands, writing philosophical books about balance. Instead, it had arrived quietly, through small decisions — turning off a phone, taking a breath, walking outside to watch the sun rise. The secret, she now realised, had been surprisingly simple.

Freedom was not about doing less important work. It was about carrying less unnecessary tension while doing it. Stress had once felt like proof of dedication. Now it looked more like excess baggage.

And Anna had finally discovered the courage to let it go.

The End ©Margaretha Montagu

Sometimes people read Anna’s story and smile a little ruefully, because they recognise something of themselves in it. The constant pressure. The quiet exhaustion. The strange feeling of always being busy and yet never quite arriving anywhere. Modern life has a remarkable way of filling every available space in our days, until breathing deeply begins to feel like a luxury instead of something essential.

But every so often, someone decides to step out of that current for a few days. They come here, to this quiet corner of southwest France, where the Camino winds through vineyards and open fields, and where mornings begin not with notifications but with birdsong and pale gold light spreading slowly across the hills.

And something very simple happens. People walk. They talk a little. Sometimes they write. Sometimes they sit under a tree and do absolutely nothing at all. Their phones stay mostly quiet. Their breathing becomes deeper. Their thoughts begin to settle like dust after a long journey.

By the time they leave, many of them carry something home that Anna discovered that morning in the valley: the quiet understanding that freedom is not something you chase. It is something that appears when you finally give yourself permission to pause, breathe, and let the unnecessary weight fall away. And sometimes, all it takes to begin is a few quiet days on the Camino.

“I am an experienced medical doctor – MBChB, MRCGP, NLP master pract cert, Transformational Life Coach (dip.) Life Story Coach (cert.) Stress Counselling (cert.) Med Hypnotherapy (dip.) and EAGALA (cert.) I may have an impressive number of letters after my name, and more than three decades of professional experience, but what qualifies me to excel at what I do is my intuitive understanding of my clients’ difficulties and my extensive personal experience of managing major life changes using strategies I developed over many years.” Dr M Montagu

The Doctor Who Couldn’t Breathe Part 3

As you may know, I host Camino de Santiago Walking and Writing retreats, and I’m also part of the Wordweavers Writing Group here in the southwest of France. At our last meeting—held on the wonderfully ominous date of Friday the 13th of February 2026—I brought along this story.

This is part 3 of the story of a doctor who spent years teaching other people how to breathe… and only much later discovered that she herself had forgotten how. Dr. Anna Vermeer was a competent, respected, thoroughly overworked physician who could diagnose stress in her patients within minutes and prescribe sensible solutions with great confidence. Every day people arrived in her office with tight chests, racing thoughts, insomnia, and the quiet sense that life had become a little too much.

Anna listened carefully, reassured them, and encouraged them to slow down.

Meanwhile, she ran through her own life at a pace that suggested the building might catch fire at any moment. She believed this was normal. Responsible people carried heavy loads. Dedicated professionals stayed busy. Doctors, after all, were supposed to take care of everyone else.

Until the afternoon she discovered—quite unexpectedly—that when she told a patient to take a deep breath… she couldn’t.

Three weeks later, Dr. Anna Vermeer found herself driving down a narrow country road bordered by hedges that appeared to have been growing there since the Middle Ages. The road twisted gently through fields the colour of early-autumn honey, and sunlight spilt across the landscape in wide golden sheets. Somewhere nearby, a tractor hummed lazily, the agricultural equivalent of someone whistling while they worked. It was, objectively speaking, a very peaceful place. Anna noticed none of it. She was dictating notes into her phone.

“Yes, please schedule the follow-up with cardiology,” she said, steering down a narrow path in what she privately considered a triumph of modern multitasking. A small voice from the navigation system announced that she had arrived at her destination.

Anna slowed the car. Ahead stood an ancient French farmhouse with wide open shutters and a courtyard shaded by a large oak tree. Gravel crunched softly beneath the tyres as she pulled in. A big black horse lifted its head from a nearby field and regarded her with mild curiosity.

Anna stepped out of the car, phone still pressed to her ear. “Yes, I know I’m technically on leave,” she said to the clinic manager. “But if anything urgent comes up—” She stopped speaking for a moment to read a new email that had just arrived.

URGENT: Lab Results Question. Of course. “Just forward it to me,” she said.

A breeze moved through the courtyard, carrying the scent of a thousand grass daisies and something faintly herbal — perhaps rosemary, perhaps thyme. Somewhere behind the farmhouse, a rooster crowed with surely unnecessary enthusiasm. Anna glanced briefly around. It was all very rustic. Charming, certainly. But she had come here for a practical reason.

Her colleague had insisted. “You need a break,” he had said firmly, after observing her attempt to drink coffee and answer emails simultaneously while standing up. “You’re forever sending patients to Margaretha’s stress retreats in the southwest of France. Perhaps try one yourself.” Anna had rolled her eyes. But here she was. Technically resting. Her phone vibrated again.

Anna walked into the farmhouse while typing a reply. The interior was cool and quiet, with thick walls keeping the afternoon heat outside and wooden floors that creaked pleasantly underfoot. The retreat host greeted her with a warm smile. “Welcome,” she said. “You must be Anna.” Anna nodded, still finishing her message, her thumbs moving rapidly across the screen. The woman waited patiently.

Outside the open door, a breeze stirred the leaves of the walnut tree, and somewhere in the distance a bird sang a long, liquid note.

“Dinner is at seven,” the retreat host said kindly and wondered by herself why she bothered. “If you’d like to walk around before then, the paths start just next to the vineyard.” Anna nodded again without looking up. “Lovely,” she said. Then she sat down at the old wooden table in the kitchen and opened her laptop.

For the next two hours she worked — emails, messages, patient notes — her fingers moving across the keyboard with the quiet determination of someone who had absolutely no intention of being defeated by an inbox. Outside, the countryside continued behaving in an offensively relaxed manner. Birdsong persistently floated through the open windows. A breeze moved softly through the trees.

The late afternoon light turned the walls a warm shade of amber.

Anna did not notice.

She was busy answering an insurance query that required fourteen separate sentences and one mildly heroic effort of patience.

By the time dinner was served, the sky had begun its slow transformation into evening. Guests gathered around the table and spoke quietly, the way people do when they have spent a day outdoors and have rediscovered the ancient pleasure of just being. Someone mentioned the beautiful walk they had taken that afternoon; another guest described the sound of cranes flying overhead. Anna nodded politely while discreetly checking her phone beneath the table. Three new emails. One flagged urgent. Naturally.

Later that evening, she stepped outside briefly to take a call. The air had cooled, and crickets had begun their nightly orchestra. The sky above the fields was vast and darkening, sprinkled with early stars. Anna stood near the courtyard wall, illuminated by the small blue glow of her phone screen. “Yes, I can look at that tomorrow morning,” she said into the receiver. Behind her, somewhere in the orchard, an owl called once — low and resonant.

Anna didn’t hear it.

She was already opening another email.

The sunrise walks happened every morning at six. Anna knew this because someone had mentioned it at dinner, and several guests had seemed quite excited about the idea. “There’s a ridge just beyond the fields,” one woman had said. “You can see the entire valley when the sun comes up.”

Anna had smiled politely. Six o’clock, in her professional opinion, was an entirely unreasonable hour for recreational walking. Besides, she had work to do.

So the next morning she woke at seven thirty — not because she planned to, but because her alarm had been set for six and she had apparently turned it off without remembering. For a moment, she lay there in the unfamiliar quiet of the farmhouse bedroom. No traffic. No hospital machines humming. No phones ringing. Just silence. A soft golden light spilled across the terracotta floor. Anna sat up slowly. Something about the quality of the light felt unusual. She pulled on a sweater and walked to the window.

Outside, the countryside was glowing. The sun had just risen above the low hills, filling the valley with pale gold. A thin mist floated over the fields like a veil that hadn’t quite decided whether to stay or leave. The trees were perfectly still. Anna stood there for a moment, then glanced at the bedside table where her phone was waiting.

She picked it up automatically. Eight emails. Two messages from the clinic. One flagged urgent.

Anna felt the familiar tightening in her chest — the small electric pull of responsibility. Deadlines. Patients with problems. Questions needing answers. Her thumb hovered over the screen, and for a moment she felt something strange. Not exactly stress. Weight. The constant mental pressure she had been carrying for years — schedules, expectations, decisions, responsibilities — all of it pressing quietly on her thoughts like a stack of invisible books.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. The room was perfectly silent. She tried the breathing exercise again. A slow inhale. This time the breath travelled slightly deeper. Not deep enough, but deeper. She exhaled slowly. Another bird began singing outside, a cheerful cascading melody that sounded suspiciously like joy.

Anna looked again at the glowing phone screen. Then, with a small movement that felt both reckless and oddly brave, she turned it off. The sudden absence of notifications felt almost physical, like stepping out of a noisy room. She set the phone down and sat there for a moment doing absolutely nothing.

Then she stood, slipped on her shoes, and stepped outside.

The air was cool and fresh against her face. The scent of wild herbs rose from the ground, and somewhere in the distance a horse snorted softly. Anna began walking toward the fields — no agenda, no schedule, no urgent messages — just the quiet rhythm of her footsteps in the grass. For the first time in years, her mind began to slow.

And somewhere between one breath and the next, Dr. Anna Vermeer realised something both simple and extraordinary: freedom, it turned out, was not something you claimed.

It was something you received, by having the courage to let go.

Part 4

The Village That Time Forgot: A Visit to Sainte Christie d’Armagnac

Sainte Christie d'Armagnac

Deep in the heart of the rolling hills of Gascony, one of south-west France’s most remarkable medieval villages sits quietly on a pilgrim road, largely unknown to the wider world — and all the more remarkable for it. Within walking distance of my little farm it is a must-se for all of my Camino de Santiago Walking Retreat guests.

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Somewhere between Nogaro and the Pyrenean foothills, the landscape of the Gers département unfolds in long, slow undulations: sun-bleached fields of sunflowers and maize, vineyards heavy with the promise of Armagnac, and narrow roads that meander between villages as if they’ve forgotten what they were supposed to be doing and decided they might as well enjoy the scenery. It is here, a few kilometres south-west of Nogaro, that the small commune of Sainte Christie d’Armagnac waits with a patience that feels almost geological — the kind of patience that comes from having watched the Hundred Years War, the Wars of Religion, and the invention of the mobile phone all wash over you without once losing your composure.

The name is Occitan at heart — Senta Crestia d’Armanhac — and the village itself is about as Gascon as Gascon gets: unhurried, deeply rooted, and quietly extraordinary. With a population that barely troubles the census takers, it is the kind of place that rewards curiosity and punishes haste. But those who slow down long enough to look properly will find themselves standing inside one of the most intriguing medieval sites in the entire south-west of France. The village won’t make a fuss about this. Fussing is not really the Gascon way.

A Castelnau on the Pilgrim Road

Sainte Christie d’Armagnac is believed to have originated as a castelnau — a planned medieval settlement built around or near a fortified lord’s residence, a common form of town-building in medieval Gascony. Think of it as medieval urban planning: the lord picks a hillock, plants a flag, and announces that a village will now exist here. Peasants, as ever, do what they’re told.

The toponym itself derives from Sainte Christine, the village’s patron saint, and local lords of the manor are recorded in documents going back to the thirteenth century — meaning people have been calling this place home for at least eight hundred years, which puts most of our own concerns into a pleasingly humbling perspective.

What makes the village’s position particularly special is its location on the GR65, the great Way of Saint James — the Chemin de Saint-Jacques de Compostelle — that threads across France towards the Spanish border and, ultimately, the shrine of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia. For centuries, pilgrims have passed through this corner of Gascony on foot, their eyes on the horizon and their boots wearing down the same ancient tracks. Today’s walkers with their trekking poles and shell-adorned rucksacks are only the latest in a procession stretching back a thousand years. One imagines the medieval villagers regarded each wave of pilgrims with the same affectionate bemusement that the current residents probably extend to the Lycra-clad cyclists who now sail past on the Route d’Armagnac.

The Castet: Earth, Brick, and Deep Immorial

The centrepiece of Sainte Christie d’Armagnac — and the thing that draws archaeologists, historians, and curious visitors alike — is the remarkable fortified complex known simply as Le Castet. This is not a pristine château dressed up for tourists, with a gift shop and an overpriced crêpe stand. It is something far more unusual and, in its own way, far more moving: a largely intact collection of medieval earthwork and building remains that speak directly to how people lived, defended themselves, and organised their world in the Middle Ages.

The most immediately striking feature is a magnificent circular earthen mound — a motte castrale — rising some ten metres above the surrounding terrain. This is almost certainly the seat of the original castle and village, a classic Norman-style motte on which a wooden then stone fortification would once have stood. Standing at its base, you feel the weight of centuries in a way that few grander monuments manage. There is something about a lump of well-organised earth that a thousand years of Gascon weather hasn’t managed to flatten that commands genuine respect.

One hundred and fifty metres away lies the site of a later, more substantial castle — a more refined medieval residence surrounded by deep moats whose silhouette you can still trace across the ground. You enter the compound through a doorway set into a wall of terre crue — raw, unfired earth mixed with flat bricks — and this is perhaps the most extraordinary detail of all. Earthen defensive walls of this kind survive exceptionally rarely, which makes perfect sense when you consider that earth plus eight centuries of rain is not, on paper, a recipe for architectural longevity. That these walls are still standing is a minor miracle, and Le Castet has been listed among France’s Historic Monuments accordingly.

Since 2020, a multi-disciplinary team of archaeologists, historians, and architectural specialists has been conducting a sustained programme of research at the site. An analysis of a land register dating from 1500 has been particularly revealing, upending earlier assumptions about the settlement’s medieval morphology and opening entirely new avenues of inquiry. The story of Sainte Christie d’Armagnac, it turns out, is still being written — which must be enormously gratifying to a village that has been here long enough to have seen several stories come and go.

The Church of Saint Peter

Sheltering close to the Castet, as if in the castle’s historical shadow, stands the Church of Saint Peter. Like so much in this village, the church carries the marks of time upon it — revised and rebuilt across the centuries, yet retaining something ancient at its core. It was almost certainly the chapel of the castle in its earliest incarnation, serving the lord and his household before becoming the parish church of the broader community.

The bell tower is particularly worth lingering over. Solidly square in its base, with the sturdy geometry of a building that is absolutely not going anywhere, it may well have served a dual purpose in its earlier life — functioning as a watchtower or place of refuge as much as a house of devotion. It is a reminder that in medieval Gascony, the line between the sacred and the strategic was often more of a blurry smudge. When you needed God and also an elevated vantage point from which to spot incoming trouble, why build two separate structures?

Pigeons, Dovecotes, and the Perks of Being Posh

One of the most charming features of the Castet complex is the manse — the old lord’s house or manor farm — which retains within it a dovecote. In medieval and early modern France, the right to keep pigeons was a privilege jealously guarded by the nobility. Dovecotes were not merely practical structures for producing food; they were visible statements of social rank, their size and elaborateness a direct index of the landowner’s importance. Imagine, if you will, the medieval equivalent of a very large and conspicuous car on the driveway.

To find one still incorporated into the fabric of the old manor at Sainte Christie d’Armagnac is to catch a small but telling glimpse of the social world that once animated this place — a world in which your pigeons said rather a lot about you, and in which the peasants who farmed your fields were not permitted their own pigeons, and were presumably not best pleased about it.

The Surrounding Armagnac Country

To visit Sainte Christie d’Armagnac without absorbing the wider landscape would be to miss half the point, and also to deprive yourself of some excellent drinking opportunities. The village sits in the heart of Bas-Armagnac, where the sandy soils and oceanic-influenced climate have, for centuries, nurtured the grape varieties that produce France’s oldest brandy. Armagnac — distilled once in a continuous still rather than Cognac’s double distillation — is an intensely local product, with a character that shifts from estate to estate and vintage to vintage. Think of it as Cognac’s more interesting, less commercially-minded sibling who stayed in the countryside and reads philosophy.

The surrounding countryside is dotted with small domaines and châteaux where travellers are welcomed for tastings and where the amber spirit is poured with a quiet pride that reflects Gascony’s deep attachment to its own traditions. The Côtes de Gascogne white wines — fresh, aromatic, and increasingly admired — come from the same vineyards and offer a lighter accompaniment to the region’s famously indulgent cuisine: foie gras, duck confit, magret grilled over vine cuttings, and the hearty cabbage-and-bean soup known as garbure, which is so warming and sustaining that it makes you understand exactly how people survived here through eight centuries of draughty medieval winters.

Nearby Nogaro, the main town of the area, offers practical amenities as well as the Paul Armagnac motor racing circuit — an incongruous but thoroughly beloved local institution, proof that the Gascon spirit includes a healthy appetite for noise and speed alongside its more contemplative pleasures.

Why This Village is Important

Villages like Sainte Christie d’Armagnac are becoming rarer, not because they are disappearing but because the forces of tourism development and heritage commodification have, thankfully, not yet found them. There are no souvenir shops here, no audio guides, no artfully reconstructed interiors with actors in period costume explaining the price of grain in 1347. What remains is the thing itself: a medieval landscape in a medieval setting, still partly mysterious, still being slowly understood, still quietly getting on with the long business of being ancient.

For the walker on the Chemin de Saint-Jacques, the village is a natural pause — a place to rest aching feet, raise the eyes from the path, and remember that the whole point of the journey is not only the destination. For the more deliberate visitor arriving by car from Nogaro or Auch, it offers something increasingly precious: a genuine encounter with the deep past of rural France, unmediated and unhurried, and with the possibility of excellent brandy nearby.

In a country that sometimes seems to have turned its history into a very well-managed product, Sainte Christie d’Armagnac remains stubbornly, warmly, beautifully itself. It will still be here long after the rest of us have gone. It’s rather good at that.

Sainte Christie d’Armagnac is located in the Gers département, approximately 5 km from Nogaro in south-west France. Guided visits to the Castet are available by reservation. The village lies on the GR65 pilgrim route to Santiago de Compostela.

More information

  • saintechristiedarmagnac.fr — the village’s own official website, with news, heritage information, and details on visiting Le Castet
  • armagnac-dartagnan.com — the local tourism board (Armagnac & d’Artagnan territory), with a dedicated page on the village and its heritage
  • en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sainte-Christie-d’Armagnac — a solid general overview
  • journals.openedition.org/pds/7906 — a peer-reviewed academic article examining the village through the lens of a 1500 land register; serious reading, but rewarding for anyone who wants to go deep
  • Instagram and Facebook accounts: @sainte_christie_darmagnac, which are apparently kept well updated with local news and events.

Visite à Sainte Christie d’Armagnac : Quand la Terre Elle-Même Raconte l’Histoire

Au cœur des collines ondulantes de Gascogne, l’un des villages médiévaux les plus remarquables du sud-ouest de la France se tient tranquillement sur un chemin de pèlerinage, largement méconnu du reste du monde — et d’autant plus merveilleux pour cela.


Quelque part entre Nogaro et les contreforts pyrénéens, le paysage du département du Gers se déploie en longues ondulations paresseuses : des champs de tournesols et de maïs blanchis par le soleil, des vignobles lourds de la promesse de l’Armagnac, et des routes étroites qui serpentent entre les villages comme si elles répugnaient à arriver quelque part en particulier. C’est ici, à quelques kilomètres de Nogaro, que la petite commune de Sainte Christie d’Armagnac attend avec une patience qui semble presque géologique.

Le nom est occitan dans l’âme — Senta Crestia d’Armanhac — et le village lui-même est aussi gascon que possible : sans hâte, profondément enraciné, et discrètement extraordinaire. Avec une population qui peine à intéresser les recenseurs, c’est le genre d’endroit qui récompense la curiosité et punit la précipitation. Mais ceux qui prennent le temps de regarder vraiment se retrouvent au cœur de l’un des sites médiévaux les plus fascinants de tout le sud-ouest de la France.

Un Castelnau sur le Chemin des Pèlerins

Sainte Christie d’Armagnac serait née en tant que castelnau — un bourg médiéval planifié construit autour ou à proximité de la résidence fortifiée d’un seigneur, une forme courante d’urbanisme en Gascogne médiévale. Le toponyme lui-même dérive de sainte Christine, la sainte patronne du village, et les seigneurs locaux sont attestés dans des documents remontant au XIIIe siècle.

Ce qui rend la position du village particulièrement remarquable, c’est sa situation sur le GR65, le grand chemin de Saint-Jacques — le Chemin de Saint-Jacques-de-Compostelle — qui traverse la France en direction de la frontière espagnole et du sanctuaire de Santiago de Compostela en Galice. Pendant des siècles, des pèlerins ont traversé ce coin de Gascogne à pied, les yeux fixés sur l’horizon, leurs bottes usant les mêmes antiques chemins. Les marcheurs d’aujourd’hui, avec leurs bâtons de randonnée et leurs sacs ornés d’une coquille Saint-Jacques, ne sont que les derniers d’une procession qui remonte à mille ans, et le paysage du village a été façonné, en partie, par les besoins et le passage de ces voyageurs.

Le Castet : Terre, Brique et Temps Profond

Le joyau de Sainte Christie d’Armagnac — et ce qui attire les archéologues, les historiens et les visiteurs curieux — est le remarquable ensemble fortifié connu simplement sous le nom de Castet. Ce n’est pas un château impeccablement mis en scène pour les touristes. C’est quelque chose de bien plus insolite et, à sa façon, bien plus émouvant : un ensemble largement intact de terrassements et de vestiges médiévaux qui témoignent directement de la façon dont les gens vivaient, se défendaient et organisaient leur monde au Moyen Âge.

L’élément le plus saisissant est un magnifique tertre circulaire en terre — une motte castrale — s’élevant à environ dix mètres au-dessus du terrain environnant. C’est presque certainement le siège du château et du village d’origine, une motte de style normand classique sur laquelle s’élevait autrefois une fortification en bois, puis en pierre. Debout à son pied, on ressent le poids des siècles d’une façon que peu de monuments plus imposants parviennent à susciter.

À cent cinquante mètres de là se trouve le site d’un château ultérieur, plus important — une résidence médiévale plus élaborée entourée de douves profondes dont on peut encore tracer le contour dans le sol. On pénètre dans l’enceinte par un porche aménagé dans un mur de terre crue — de la terre brute non cuite mêlée de briques plates — et c’est peut-être là le détail le plus extraordinaire. Les murs défensifs en terre de ce type, relevant de la tradition architecturale régionale, ont survécu de façon exceptionnellement rare. Les murs du Castet lui ont valu une reconnaissance bien au-delà du Gers, classés parmi les Monuments Historiques de France et étudiés par des chercheurs des universités de Pau et de Toulouse.

Depuis 2020, une équipe pluridisciplinaire d’archéologues, d’historiens et de spécialistes de l’architecture mène un programme de recherche soutenu sur le site, dégageant une nouvelle compréhension de l’apparence et du fonctionnement de ce village à la fin du Moyen Âge. L’analyse d’un terrier datant de 1500 s’est révélée particulièrement éclairante, remettant en question des hypothèses antérieures sur la morphologie médiévale du bourg et ouvrant de toutes nouvelles pistes de recherche. L’histoire de Sainte-Christie d’Armagnac, il s’avère, est encore en train de s’écrire.

L’Église Saint-Pierre

À l’abri tout près du Castet, comme dans l’ombre historique du château, se dresse l’église Saint-Pierre. Comme tant de choses dans ce village, l’église porte en elle les marques du temps — remaniée et reconstruite au fil des siècles, tout en conservant quelque chose d’ancien dans son essence. Elle était presque certainement la chapelle du château à l’origine, au service du seigneur et de sa maisonnée, avant de devenir l’église paroissiale de la communauté au sens large.

Le clocher mérite une attention particulière. Solidement carré à sa base, avec la géométrie robuste d’une structure défensive, il a très bien pu avoir une double fonction dans sa première vie, servant de tour de guet ou de lieu de refuge autant que de maison de prière. C’est un rappel qu’en Gascogne médiévale, le sacré et le stratégique étaient rarement très éloignés l’un de l’autre.

Pigeons, Colombiers et Manoir

L’une des caractéristiques les plus charmantes de l’ensemble du Castet est le manse — l’ancienne maison seigneuriale ou ferme manoriale — qui renferme un colombier. Dans la France médiévale et du début de l’époque moderne, le droit d’élever des pigeons était un privilège jalousement gardé par la noblesse. Les colombiers n’étaient pas de simples structures pratiques destinées à produire de la nourriture ; ils étaient des marqueurs visibles du rang social, leur taille et leur élaboration reflétant directement le statut du propriétaire. Trouver un colombier encore intégré à la structure de l’ancien manoir de Sainte Christie d’Armagnac, c’est entrevoir un détail modeste mais révélateur du monde social qui animait jadis cet endroit.

Le Pays d’Armagnac Alentour

Visiter Sainte Christie d’Armagnac sans s’imprégner du paysage environnant serait passer à côté de la moitié de l’essentiel. Le village se trouve au cœur du Bas-Armagnac, où les sols sableux et le climat à influence océanique ont, depuis des siècles, nourri les cépages qui donnent le plus vieux brandy de France. L’Armagnac — distillé une seule fois dans un alambic continu plutôt que par la double distillation du Cognac — est un produit intensément local, variant de domaine en domaine et de millésime en millésime d’une façon qui récompense une exploration patiente.

La campagne environnante est parsemée de petits domaines et de châteaux où les voyageurs sont accueillis pour des dégustations, et où l’eau-de-vie ambrée est servie avec une fierté tranquille qui reflète l’attachement profond de la Gascogne à ses propres traditions. Les vins blancs des Côtes de Gascogne — frais, aromatiques et de plus en plus appréciés — sont produits depuis les mêmes vignobles, offrant un accompagnement plus léger à la cuisine notoirement généreuse de la région : foie gras, confit de canard, magret grillé sur des sarments de vigne, et le copieux potage au chou et aux haricots connu sous le nom de garbure.

Nogaro, la ville principale de la région, offre des commodités pratiques ainsi que le circuit de course automobile Paul Armagnac — une institution locale incongrue mais bien-aimée — et l’accès au Musée du Paysan Gascon, qui retrace l’histoire de la vie paysanne dans la région à travers une belle collection d’outils, d’objets domestiques et d’espaces reconstitués.

Mais Quelle Importance?

Les villages comme Sainte Christie d’Armagnac se font de plus en plus rares, non pas parce qu’ils disparaissent, mais parce que les forces du développement touristique et de la mise en patrimoine ne les ont pas encore atteints. Il n’y a pas de boutiques de souvenirs ici, pas d’audioguides, pas d’intérieurs astucieusement reconstitués. Ce qui demeure, c’est la chose elle-même : un paysage médiéval dans un cadre médiéval, encore partiellement mystérieux, encore en cours de compréhension, encore en train de s’occuper tranquillement d’être ancien.

Pour le marcheur sur le Chemin de Saint-Jacques, le village est une halte naturelle — un endroit pour reposer des pieds douloureux et lever les yeux du sentier. Pour le visiteur plus délibéré arrivant en voiture depuis Nogaro ou Auch, il offre quelque chose de plus en plus précieux : une rencontre authentique avec le passé profond de la France rurale, sans médiation et sans hâte.

Sainte Christie d’Armagnac reste obstinément, magnifiquement elle-même.

Sainte Christie d’Armagnac est située dans le département du Gers, à environ 5 km de Nogaro, dans le sud-ouest de la France. Des visites guidées du Castet sont disponibles sur réservation. Le village est situé sur le chemin de pèlerinage GR65 vers Saint-Jacques-de-Compostelle.


A Visit to the Thursday Eauze Market – a Study in Mindfulness

eauze market mindfulness

During my Camino de Santiago Crossroads Retreat, we spend one morning visiting the Thursday Eauze market. This is not, strictly speaking, a demanding activity. No mountains are climbed, no ice baths are required, and the greatest physical challenge tends to be resisting the cheese stalls. Rather than rushing through with a shopping list, we slow down and use the market as a gentle mindfulness practice. By paying attention to what we can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste, an ordinary market visit becomes a powerful way to reconnect with the present moment and with our own senses. When we are stressed, the mind is often busy worrying about the future or replaying the past, this simple exercise helps people rediscover something surprisingly grounding: the ability to pause, breathe, and fully experience where they are.

On a Thursday morning, the market in Eauze unfolds slowly but decisively, like a stage curtain rising on a very cheerful play. (more about Eauze, the town)

If you arrive early enough, you witness the opening act.

White vans pull up and reverse into improbable spaces with the calm confidence of people who have been doing this every week since before GPS existed. Metal tables unfold with a clatter, crates appear from the backs of vans as if by magic, and someone begins arranging tomatoes with the care of a museum curator placing rare artefacts.

Within half an hour, the entire street has transformed into something vibrant and alive. What was an ordinary stretch of pavement becomes a lively corridor of colour, conversation, and irresistible smells. Striped awnings stretch overhead while folding tables appear in neat rows. Boxes that moments ago looked unremarkable suddenly reveal their contents: piles of fruit, vegetables, cheeses, breads, jars, herbs, and mysterious local delicacies that seem to defy easy classification.

Colour is often the first thing that catches your attention as you wander through the market. Tables bloom with piles of glossy aubergines, scarlet tomatoes, deep-green courgettes, and peaches blushing in shades that would make a painter feel slightly inadequate. Straw baskets overflow with apricots while bundles of carrots still carry a little earth on their tips. Nearby, jars of honey line up in glowing ranks, each one catching the light differently depending on whether the bees had been visiting chestnut trees, wildflowers, or sunflowers.

A photographer’s dream outing.

As you move further along, the sounds of the market begin to weave themselves into the experience. This market hums with the comfortable noise of a community gathering. Greetings are exchanged with the warmth of people who have been seeing each other here every Thursday for years. A vendor calls out the day’s price for strawberries while a crate lands on a wooden table with a satisfying thump. Somewhere nearby a small dog contributes enthusiastic commentary, clearly convinced that its opinions are essential to the smooth running of events.

Snippets of conversation drift through the air as you pass from stall to stall. Someone is discussing the weather with deep seriousness while another person debates whether the peaches are quite ready yet. Two friends compare notes about a recent dinner as if conducting an in-depth culinary investigation. The rhythm of the voices rises and falls in that distinctive musical cadence of southwestern French, creating a background soundtrack that feels both lively and intensely comforting.

Soon the smells begin to compete for your attention, and they do so with remarkable enthusiasm. Fresh bread drifts across the street in warm waves while herbs release their perfume whenever someone brushes past a stall. The scents of thyme, rosemary, and basil mingle in the air, occasionally joined by the rich aroma of rotisserie chickens turning slowly on a nearby spit. The chickens glisten as they rotate, filling the street with a smell that has been known to derail even the most disciplined shopping list.

There is also the faint nutty richness of duck fat, which seems entirely appropriate in this corner of Gascony. Added to that are the sweet notes of strawberries warming gently in the sun and the earthy smell of vegetables that still remember the soil they grew in.

Following your nose from one stall to the next soon becomes a perfectly reasonable and entirely sensible way to navigate the market.

Before long your hands join the exploration, because markets invite touch in a way that supermarkets rarely do. You pick up a peach and test it gently with your fingers, noticing that the skin is soft and faintly fuzzy from the morning sun. A vendor hands you a small paper bag filled with walnuts that feel cool and smooth in your palm. Nearby, a bar of handmade soap sits on a wooden table with edges that are slightly rough, releasing a gentle lavender scent as you turn it over.

Part of the pleasure lies in the textures of real food and handmade objects. Feeling the weight of a tomato or the smooth curve of an apple reconnects you with something that modern packaging often removes from everyday life. Even the simple act of placing vegetables into a woven basket carries a quiet satisfaction.

Taste, of course, inevitably becomes part of the experience. Markets in this part of France are delightfully relaxed about the idea of sampling. Someone offers you a slice of saucisson on the tip of a knife while a cheesemaker hands over a small cube of something local and magnificent. At another stall, a plum appears in your hand with the casual encouragement to try it.

The plum is sweet, fragrant, and slightly warm from the sun. Its flavour is so vivid that it has been known to permanently alter one’s expectations of supermarket fruit. For a brief moment, you stand there eating it, wondering why something so simple can taste so astonishingly good.

Most people move through the market in a pleasant blur as they buy vegetables, exchange a few friendly words, and perhaps pick up some paella for lunch before heading home. Yet if you slow down, the experience begins to shift in a subtle but powerful way.

The market becomes more than a place to shop, because it becomes an opportunity to practice mindfulness.

Mindfulness does not require a mountain retreat or a silent meditation hall. At its core, mindfulness simply means paying attention to the present moment with curiosity and without rushing away from it. A busy market turns out to be a surprisingly effective place to practice this skill because it engages all of your senses at once.

One of the simplest ways to begin is through the five-senses exercise, a grounding technique used in mindfulness and stress reduction. The exercise is straightforward but remarkably effective. As you walk through the market, you pause and deliberately notice what you can perceive through each of your senses.

You might start by noticing five things you can see around you. Your eyes move across the scene, observing the deep purple of aubergines stacked in neat rows, the golden glow of honey jars catching the light, and the red-and-white cloth covering a cheese stall. You may notice the quick hands of a vendor counting change or the bright green leaves still attached to a bunch of carrots.

Next you listen for four things you can hear. The murmur of conversation drifts through the crowd while footsteps echo softly on cobblestones. Paper bags rustle as people gather their purchases and someone nearby greets a friend they have not seen since last Thursday.

Then you pause to notice three things you can smell. The scent of warm bread reaches you from one direction while herbs release their perfume from another. Not far away the slow rotation of roasting chickens adds its rich aroma to the mix.

After that, you bring your attention to two things you can touch. The smooth skin of a tomato feels cool against your fingers while the rough weave of a basket rests comfortably in your hand. Even the simple weight of a bag filled with apples provides a reassuring sense of presence.

Finally, you notice one thing you can taste. It might be that ripe, juicy plum you were offered earlier or a small sip of coffee from a nearby stall.

When you move through the senses this way, something interesting happens to the mind. Instead of racing ahead to the next task or replaying yesterday’s worries, your attention settles into the moment you are actually living. Colours seem brighter, smells richer, and conversations more vivid.

The market has not changed, yet your experience of it has intensified.

You are no longer rushing through the crowd while thinking about everything else you need to do. Instead, you are standing in the middle of a lively market, fully aware of the sights, sounds, and flavours around you.

This kind of awareness often brings an unexpected sense of calm. Even though the market is busy and full of activity, your mind begins to slow down. The cheerful noise of the crowd becomes part of the experience rather than a distraction from it.

Another pleasant side effect of paying attention in this way is that you begin to notice the people around you. The woman who arranges her vegetables as carefully as if they were small works of art becomes part of the story. The cheesemaker who speaks proudly about his products suddenly seems more interesting. The elderly gentleman who arrives with a basket and leaves half an hour later after greeting half the market becomes a familiar character in the weekly rhythm of the place.

By the time you leave the market, your basket may contain vegetables, a piece of cheese that seemed like an excellent idea at the time, and perhaps a roast chicken whose aroma followed you halfway across the stalls. Along with those purchases, you carry something less tangible but equally valuable.

You leave with a quieter mind, a steadier breath, and the gentle feeling that you have fully inhabited the past hour rather than rushing through it.

All of that can come from wandering through a market and paying attention to your five senses, which is not a bad return for an ordinary Thursday morning.

Once our baskets have been filled with items that seemed absolutely essential at the time — we step into a nearby local bistro for lunch. By this point, our senses are fully awake and everyone has developed a sudden and entirely understandable interest in good food. Conversation drift easily, the flavours seem even richer after a morning spent paying attention, and someone usually produces a small bag of market purchases to admire or share. It is a wonderfully civilised way to end this exercise: a mindful morning at the market followed by a relaxed lunch in a local bistro, where the only serious decision left to make is whether dessert would be excessive. Experience suggests the correct answer is usually “probably not, let’s see…”

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