It was such a full and fabulous weekend of Surrendering, NURTURING, Allowing -- each one of us digging deep into our roots, watering our very souls, growing and reaching for sun-filled autumn skies.
Our stories, our hearts, souls and kindred spirits quickly and beautifully weaving together, comprehension and compassion running deep; playful spirits joyfully dancing and gliding down hardwood hallways.
It was full - full of some of everything - sorrow and solace; lost and found; laughter and tears; song and silence; community and solitude. Room - so much room for it all to simply BE.
And then, it was Sunday. Time to clean up. Haul out. Head home. To life as we know it.
Nothing takes away the experience of witnessing poets emerging voices, paintings, songs and friendships being formed ---
Yet, leaving the fold following all that anticipation has its own emotion; its own unique happy+sad, that "all-at-once-ness" that can be tricky to hold.
And we write our poems and make new plans and fill our FB group with Likes and Comments and inspiration and love.... as we continue to feel the soul of the weekend connection work in and through us, expanding and rippling in circular wave-pools that we can only observe and acknowledge as the ripples continue....
What is your re-entry story?