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 "things" bubble up within with fresh energy, may actions, words, music spring from that place - as possible within this human frame.