Last week I went to a concert put together by a homeschooling mom, with a bunch of other women and children. Some of the women were parents but not all of them. I said to my partner James before we left, “Just to warn you, anytime there are multiple kids singing, I can’t help crying, it happens every time.” Read more
Hello friends! It feels like it’s been a long journey already, but we’ve only just begun! From our week long house sit in Eugene, we traveled north to the Seattle area. I’m so grateful to have had this opportunity to look up an old friend of mine from canyon days, another “wild sister” from way back. It’s been 13 years since we floated down the river together, and harvested wild grape leaves, and ate potato nettle soup with the canyon winds as our dinner music!
I don’t know how many of the Wild Women’s Gatherings I led that Sarah (and sometimes her wonderful daughter Roya as well) attended, but it was always a special treat anytime she came to spend time there, whether we were having a gathering or just hosting her for a retreat. I remember singing songs and telling stories around the fire with her, trading coconut oil foot massages, with the canyon sky and cliffs towering above us, feeling a million miles away from the rest of the world, and so grateful to share time and space.