One week from now, I'll be heading across the sea to these islands. The Azores!
There's still room by chance any of you need/want/can jump in last minute...! This opportunity. After a more local retreat planned for this fall didn't end up working out, this chance to head to the islands of Portugal appeared.
I knew I wanted it to be a Women's Retreat. For healing, for opening ourselves to nature, for listening, for growth, for a place to re-set, for love.
Somehow, just the right amount of people said yes to this and so it moved forward.
Planning a retreat has its pros and cons. It's a lot of logistics and planning and risk. There's not often any money made by the teacher. Sometimes. But often it's the experience and the gift of travel.
My current circumstances make it so that I'm able to do it. To teach yoga and love and ritual in a place away from routine...with some like minded spirits. The expansion that occurs every time I head out on a retreat like this, is inevitable.
We head out in a week.
I'm so excited and yet completely sad to leave my Little's. They keep asking when my yoga trip is...
I know it's time for us to try this. I haven't been away on my own or slept all alone in a bed by myself...in at least 4 years? I know it's been longer than that for some of you out there.
Anyway, it's a strange moment. Embracing the adventure/there's so much suffering and unknowns in the world right now/wow, I'm grateful/anxiety about leaving my family/all the feels/joy to spend time alone and also with fantastic people/love/fear/guilt/curiosity/nervousness/love...