I can not put into words how lovely the weekend retreat truly was.
But I can show you this little rose, reaching toward the light, and touched by a spider’s web. She was there…
And maybe it is next to impossible for me to describe what it was like to share with kindred spirits, to laugh and to listen deeply, to hear the stories, to share delicious meals.
But can you see that light on the edge of those petals? Can you see how she leans into it? Then maybe you’ll get a glimpse of how lovely the retreat was. Maybe.
I’m still sorting out how this has changed me, how fully alive I felt while taking early morning walks, camera in hand, and looking closely at what was all around me.
My perspective has changed.
So now I see that connected to that same stem, attached to the very roots, are all these little buds in various stages of bloom.
Just as we are.