Awakening the Sun…

I just returned from the 1st Annual Idea’s Festival at Oceanstone. A diverse gathering of beautiful people with something in common; the desire to talk about the connection that ties us all draws us together as well as the attractor and provider of the space, Anne.

For me this weekend was a blur of time, listening to everyone with my body not my intellect. I had a great deal of movement this weekend. Engaging my body, my self and mind into the presentations as they called for me to do.

Seeing the essence of everyone… the core of what we all are, really… for the first time staying present to that.

Come to be where I felt home… does that make sense? It doesn’t matter it does to me. Feeling free to allow myself to stay grounded, to remain visible, to speak and be heard, to arrive and be seen… not only for what I have said and for who I am, but also for the unspoken and what I have not yet discovered about myself.

Anne is the Sun… and she has truly provided this space for me to awaken to the essence of who she is.

Now filled for the first time I can recall (yet is seems so familiar) with undeniable love for life and everything I see…

I can remember having conversations with friends in the past where they said “I love… love” (typically talking about being in love with a person) and I would laugh a giddy little laugh but not really know what they were talking about. I now know on a grander scale… I’ve felt it… it resides with in me.

I did not want to leave Oceanstone last night yet at the same time I wanted to just be home with Mike and my girls… when I finally managed to get myself out the door I was impatiently waiting for Keri to say her goodbyes so I could get home to my family.

The weekend was so much more that I had ever imagined. I found part of myself that I had not connected to for a long, long time.

I arrived home and didn’t even unpack the car (I still haven’t) bursting through the door to lay eyes on my family. Jessica on the couch under a blanket watching her show; Mike had Sara in the tub just finishing up her bath… each of they so fantastic to see through these different eyes…

A thought just crossed my mind… I wonder what I look like now with these eyes... what I look like, to myself… I think I’ll see.

Off to look and see who is mirroring me.

Thank you seems so small to say… and I know for all of you there, you know what I want to express.

Mahalo – Hawaiian for Thanks, Gratitude – (May you be) in (Divine) Breath