I still have goosebumps. On the final night of last week's Women's Wisdom Retreat I found myself in awe of the three women sitting with me. We had just completed another activity and were debriefing. What I heard from them was nothing short of remarkable. The tone of voice, the depth of clarity, the energy of awareness. As I looked at each one of them I wondered, "Do you see what I see?"
Yes, there is so much more learning that will take place in the days, weeks and months ahead. AND there is no denying the incredible shift I am witnessed. I am humbled and notice that I'm not sure where to go with these feelings.
So I do what I do best. I connect. I plant my husband in the seat across from me and in the space that now we solely occupy, I tell him of my passion for creating this safe, loving space for learning. I say how grateful I am to set the stage for self-acceptance and understanding. I tell him that I need to look at how I promote the retreats so that the message touches more women. After all, I have only 30 spaces each year and 10 have already been taken. With so many women searching, that's a very small number of opportunities. I am so happy for the women who have already made the commitment and hope that those hungry for learning will claim their spot before it's too late.
And finally, when I've emptied my heart of words and tears and emotion, I take a big sigh and settle into trust. Trust that the right women will show up at the right time - for them and for me. Trust that as I prepare for the next retreat, something bigger than me is working behind the scenes to bring light and hope to sad or anxious hearts.
The women from last week have touched me deeply and I remember that this happens after all the retreats. I am left with the question "Do you see what I see?" Do you see your own brilliance; your own depth; your own wisdom?"
I wonder if you, in your life today, see what I would see if you were standing in front of me right now?
Yes, there is so much more learning that will take place in the days, weeks and months ahead. AND there is no denying the incredible shift I am witnessed. I am humbled and notice that I'm not sure where to go with these feelings.
So I do what I do best. I connect. I plant my husband in the seat across from me and in the space that now we solely occupy, I tell him of my passion for creating this safe, loving space for learning. I say how grateful I am to set the stage for self-acceptance and understanding. I tell him that I need to look at how I promote the retreats so that the message touches more women. After all, I have only 30 spaces each year and 10 have already been taken. With so many women searching, that's a very small number of opportunities. I am so happy for the women who have already made the commitment and hope that those hungry for learning will claim their spot before it's too late.
And finally, when I've emptied my heart of words and tears and emotion, I take a big sigh and settle into trust. Trust that the right women will show up at the right time - for them and for me. Trust that as I prepare for the next retreat, something bigger than me is working behind the scenes to bring light and hope to sad or anxious hearts.
The women from last week have touched me deeply and I remember that this happens after all the retreats. I am left with the question "Do you see what I see?" Do you see your own brilliance; your own depth; your own wisdom?"
I wonder if you, in your life today, see what I would see if you were standing in front of me right now?
