I never know exactly what to expect from a Creative Collaborative ReTREAT – one year a pole dancing demonstration, another year launching lighted lanterns into a dusky sky. Once an antlered buck peering in as we lunch. Once a candlelit walk through a shushing labyrinth.
Always peaceful space and chocolate, noisy fun and fuzzy socks, opportunities to share and shine, and drink some wine. Laughter and light, and angst – shared or private – silliness and song, poetry and paint, magical moments.
I always feel a bit disconnected – I'm so different from many of the women. But at the same time, I feel unexpectedly accepted for the woman I am – just as I am. Some of the experiences available aren't for me, but I am free, to dip in and out as I please – to stretch myself and cocoon, to sing loudly or speak quietly, to read or draw, walk and think, pray or play.
I never know what to expect, so I come with no expectations – only anticipation, of the synchronous moments that were scripted before I enlisted, of the unforeseen connections that underline our common humanity, and of the spontaneous oasis of spirit at rest.
(Photo Credit: Carole Barnhart)