I knew we were entering a state of serenity when the traffic started to dissipate, cell phone service was hard to reach and the trees covered the road in an orderly and coveted fashion. Fall was surrounding us and giving us that organic cozy feeling that so many marketers try to emulate during this time of year to get us to over consume and artificially participate in the true meaning of community. We were all purposely embarking on a weekend journey that was going to reconnect us with our souls in the midst of nature. This was going to be beautiful(turned out to be one of the biggest understatements I’ve made this year).
Creating a sacred space inside a home away from home when you have an intention to do some work on your soul is like physically being a part of an inward transition. Imagine buying a new desk for a room inside your house that has been filled with clutter and chaos. You would first remind yourself of what your plans are to use the desk. In this scenario let’s say it is to write a book. First, you would bring some order and get rid of the things that do not serve you for this project. Then you would align your tools; proper lighting, calming smells, music to help you focus, inspiring art or photos on your wall. The next thing you know, this space is now yours. Inspired and created by you. You have no excuses to continue the path to your purpose and write that book.
Now comes the communing. While the women who entered this journey all have different crafts or life’s work; them coming together was the beginning of showing support and respect for the challenges they face in their daily lives. Each one was extended an invitation because they were seen as people who work hard, who love unconditionally and who have the capacity to teach and share with others without judgment. Isabel, Janel, Jasmine, LaDonna and myself leaned into one another with unwavering trust.
Our first morning we built a fire, had breakfast together and took off on one of the most beautiful hikes I’ve ever been on. Laughing and discovering while Isabel took photos, Janel and my son we’re expanding on their already beautiful bond. I’m pretty sure my mother, LaDonna never dropped her smile. Jasmine was like a child all in her element and full of peace. I was completely in awe that I was able to witness all of this wonder amongst people who inspire me into greatness. How could I be so lucky to be a part of all of this? The rest of the day was spent crafting our visions, journaling, cooking, and storytelling. We all blossomed. Do you have any idea how stunning a woman is when she sheds those restrictive layers and begins to open up? It’s rich. Vibrant. Aromatic. Emotional. It’s something to celebrate. This occasion had to be topped off with homemade dishes and Prosseco.
Our final morning, we orbited around each other like sisters who had grown up together and learned all of each other’s very own special ways and mannerisms. Part of our token in leaving, we each made our very own scented body balm to take back home. The combination of lavender, lemongrass, and eucalyptus is so damn heavenly. Add those smells with the practice of reviving vintage skills to exercise patience, meditation and using your hands to create beautiful things for your body and soul; the feeling of completeness emerges.
The beauty of engaging and celebrating in this cabin will stay with us for as long as the memory stays on our minds. We are grateful for each other’s gifts. We bask in one another’s love. We will do this again because this is what it means to empower women through anything. Through life and all of the steps that will require us to get through it. A sister and a friend within every single one of us.