it's not because we are broken



In fact, it's quite the opposite.

Life is intricate, imperfect, complex and compelling, tender and raw in some places yet brilliant and beautiful in others.  There isn't one way to categorize our everyday experiences or any predictable way to measure the future.  There is only Me, in each moment, stretching and swirling and changing constantly trying to expand and flow with what each new day brings.  

And so healing doesn't happen because we are broken, it's more like a revelation, a deep necessary reminder that we stumble upon when given the chance, that we are perfect just as we are.  It happens when we are simply able to arrive as ourselves in any given moment - joyful, hurting, alive, overwhelmed, nervous, hopeful - and be received and accepted with fierce love and wild kindness

This is what these retreats are for.

Walking into my own vulnerability to offer who I am to a circle of other awe-inspiring, dynamic, and whole-hearted women, and being seen mends me every time.  It stitches together the fragmented view I have of my own existence and shows me how I am not broken at all.  I'm able to see my wholeness more clearly and my gifts mirrored in their joy.   Then, I also get to watch their lights shine brightly as well and bear witness to their own quiet revelations of truth and love created by gatherings such as these.  This is the gift of my work.  So many tiny miracles happen for us all.

So I could tell you about the girl who came at the very last minute because she needed something to help sooth her grieving spirit having just lost her father, and who's brave intentions and bright soul lit everyone else up instead...

I could tell you about the mom and daughter who came, really needing this time to reconnect, and how they fought to carve out this day despite the overflow of life and were able to celebrate not only each other but the their beautiful new book that they just put out into the world, together...

I could tell you about woman who gave this day as a gift to herself, after having just moved and so much unsettled time, who's laughter was infectious and who gained an entire group of new friends and memories to ground her in this new place in her life...

I could tell about you how my friend's mom, while watching the film in the flickering candlelight, reached out to put her arm around her daughter sitting beside her, with a gentle rub and leaning in, and how so many of us felt that tiny moment of her saying "I understand now.  I see you, and I am so proud of you." without saying any words at all...

I could tell you about unforgettable, fierce hugs of gratitude, and the smiles of deep recognition in one another, the excitement of togetherness, the touching story of party dresses and confetti, and the smell of freshly popped popcorn and happy smears of paint...

...but I would never be able to fully capture what that experience was really like and how it transformed each of us in little ways.  It was the alchemy of all those things, and magic that was created in its wake.

I feel utterly honored to be able to hold space for moments like these and for the woman who dare to show up to fling their arms open wide waiting to be seen and embraced, and I am utterly changed by their graciousness and beauty every single time.

I have so much gratitude and love for all.

  


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