It was just about the point in winter when I couldn't remember if I was still alive. Days bled together in a grey blanket over my spirit and I could barely remember what it was like to feel vibrant again. It was during the worst of it that I boarded a plane to Austin, Texas to meet artists from around the country at my dear friend Michelle Gardella's River Reatreat.

Maybe it's from growing up with 4 sisters and a single mother, or maybe it's just so incredibly primal...but women breathe life into me.

And so I arrived at that old barn, feeling weak and wounded and like the fire had gone out.

And one by one these women, these artists, these WORLD CHANGERS breathed new life into me.

And so now, I am living with the breathe of 12 new sisters running through my lungs, and the feel of their hands pressed in my palms.

Our time together was gentle. It fostered such respect and space for others that there was not a drop of competition. And the primal community of womanhood was as it should be.

I knit a scarf. I laid in the sand with my arms and legs sprawled out and contentment washing over my face. I slept and wrote and swam in ice cold water. I cried and laughed and felt cocooned by those around me. I felt inspired and awed.

I sensed ever layer of my tough bark stripped and me, bare and naked to the world, was embraced. This is a gift that many don't ever feel in an entire lifetime.

I. am. so. grateful.