I spent the past weekend on a yoga retreat in the Catskills. It was an all-women affair, aptly named the Goddess Retreat. I’ve been attending these retreats since they began over ten years ago. And each and every time, I’m joined by my mom.
As proper etiquette dictates, a Thank You Note is appropriate.
Dear Goddess Retreat,
Thank you for the pear cobbler with homemade whipped cream. I had four big dollops.
Thank you for the extra down blanket. It was warm and fluffy.
Thank you for the stories. A woman acknowledged her passions. Another woman discovered love, almost lost it, and found it again. Many women prayed for children, prayed for their ability to care for them, and prayed for their ability to let them go.
Thank you for dance class. These days, dancing is a rare treat. I long to dance without self-consciousness, or fear of sending the wrong message. I want to dance in a safe space, whether it’s my living room or a line dancing club in New Jersey. Because dancing is feel-good medicine.
Thank you for the hours upon hours of hang-out time. You reminded me what it’s like to hold a conversation long enough to get to the meaty part.
Thank you for the laughs and tears and wet snorts in between.
Thank you Goddess Retreat. I’m so glad we’re friends.
Very Best, Daniella