Alive and happy

I had a beautiful weekend at the Fires of Venus retreat. Many fractured places were made whole, and not by any real effort of mine.

I just tried to stay open and move without judgement, and good things happened. I was able to take time here and there to be still and listen to people I rarely get to see or learn from. These were deeply rejuvenating intervals, and they were punctuated by all kinds of experiences: pleasure, anxiety, silliness (really important) and occasional risk-taking.

It was good. I'm glad I went. No clue what happens next, but that's just how I want it. These folks keep my toes, and I like it.

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