I got to spent two days at an amazing retreat this past weekend, and I’ve finally had time to upload my photos (and to steal the photos of Mark’s weekend).

The Creative Alliance at Calliote Canyon was an amazing experience.  I’m not even sure how to write about the awesomeness.  Sure, I could tell you about the food, and the wine, and the late night conversations.  I could tell you about reconnecting with old friends and making new ones.  I could tell you about the magic that happens when a bunch of brainy women get together and I get to absorb it all.   I could tell you about the side-splitting laughter, and the insane vulnerability, and the comfort of being understood.  I could tell you about a group of women honestly grappling with the balance between being a fully-present mom and a woman with other passions.
I could tell you, but really, I don’t even know where to start.  Here, I know.  I’ll plagiarize someone else’s words:

“I’m slowly learning that this blogging thing really can lead me to real friendships, it’s just simply a newish avenue to the same place. That’s why after we connect through each other’s words, we can’t help but say I need to see her. Because friendships need faces and voices and time, in person. Sooner or later.
Like “the old days,” when meeting a pen pal for the very first time, this seeing of each other solidifies something we already knew was there.”

Yes.  What Heather said. (And seriously, go look at the slideshow she made of the retreat.  It really captures the whole thing).

I am so, so honored I got to be a part of this weekend with many women I admire.  On Saturday, I was able to lead a discussion (with Danielle and Kim) about using blogging for good . . . and it was inspiring to hear the different ways people are using this new social medium to raise awareness for different causes.  An idea was born out of this discussion that I’m excited to put into motion.
I was also honored to be a reader at Listen to Your Mother on Saturday night.  It was an evening of women reading their own work . . . but it was so much more than that.  It was like a group therapy session where each reader was speaking my own truth.  Again, no words to describe this.  Again, so I’ll plagiarize.  (Surprisingly, plagiarism was NOT one of the lessons I gleaned from the weekend.  But I’m tired and these ladies say it so well).
From the director of Listen to Your Mother, Ann:

“Instead of just listening the women of CA’10 metabolized LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER: SALON. We metabolized each other’s lives through moments OUT LOUD. We took in the words, and the words broke down into energy inside us and among us, and united us through the commonalities of creativity and motherhood, womanhood and humanity.”

Yeah.  That’s what it was like.

     
      

(Massive thanks to Lynn from Moji, Kirsten from Paper Culture, and Lee, our fearless leader.)