My intention on my retreat was to fall in love with humans again. Because on here, the weird ass internet, I sometimes doubt my ability to.

I fulfilled my intention and then some. Gloriously messy, beautiful humans. Walking contradictions because as Walt Whitman says, we contain multitudes. We laughed, we challenged one another, we jumped off a cliff into the lake, we breathed together, we broke bread together. We weren’t curated. We weren’t choosing the moments to share. We were together.

Oh and I fell in love with this human again too. Messy, embodied and yep, full of contradictions. Just like every damn one of us.



Isn’t this living thing a real trip?