Three days, seven women, no contact with the outside world via cell or Internet. We piled onto each other like kittens. We ate, ate, and ate - warm, hearty, aromatic. We walked - solo, group, dreamy. Tears and deep, raucous laughter any time, any place. We read, lolled about, raised our arms, lowered our heads, beseeched. It felt like home. It felt like family in the truest sense. We all slept a great deal, as if recovering from endless effort.
While living water bubbles up again, may also actions, words, music spring from that place - as far as possible within the human frame.