Friday, November 22, 2013
My word of the year this year was fly. And, boy, was I able to slide towards the end of the year with a literal and figurative flying experience.
Last weekend, I traveled alone to Ohio to retreat with women whom I have never met. From my airport pick up to my post conference home stay, I was surrounded by new (+ online) friends in close quarters. Sharing meals and clean ups, telling stories, drumming and hiking together, laughing and crying in turn. And drinking lots of tea.
I wrote and slept and ate the best soups and chilies. I was transfixed by the falling leaves. Up north, they take their time finding the ground, spinning and fluttering in ways I am completely unaccustomed to. I saw deer and chipmunks, snow and mud, waterfalls and giant milkweeds.
And I came home refreshed and stronger.
I am stronger because I did not say no when this opportunity presented it.
I am stronger because even as my stomach lurched early on, I stayed the course.
I am stronger because I offered myself fully to a diverse and fascinating group of women and they enveloped me.
This experience will remain tucked into a tiny drawer in my mind and heart forever. Bonding so strongly in such a short period of time does that. You get to take all you learned, all that was etched in your memory on subsequent travels.
Thank you Gladsome. I can not wait until next year.
Posted by Amy at Friday, November 22, 2013