Phew. Om. Wowza. Thank you.
Yesterday marked the first and rock solid beautiful event at Deva Daaru YogaFarm. There we were, a perfect posse of women, snuggled into the living room at the farm (as the yoga studio is still serving as the construction studio). We danced, laughed, ate like ladies, got a little choked up, raised our body temperature (but that'dbeawholenutha story), and the rest?... Well, I can't really put any of that into words. It was just AWESOME, juicy, delicious YUM.
One of my girlfriends told me that she likened the YogaFarm project to having a baby... (which I have never done, btw). As much excitement as there is to have the baby, the first six months are really exhausting, and the best parts are still really yet to come -- as there is a lot of energy going out, and not quite yet a lot coming back'atcha.
Now, I haven't ever had a baby, but I do know that both my husband and I are, indeed, exhausted from this long and continued labor of love. And, I also know that I am grateful, honored, in awe, and excited for what is still to come... I saw a glimpse, let's just say... the crown.
And others saw it too... doulas, midwife, crones, maidens, matrons, mamas, grandmas, widows, daughters, sisters, dancers, lovers, friends. All of us -- one in the same, and amazing.
If you couldn't make this fantabulous event, not a worry... there's a lot more where that comes from, Baby... a LOT more.
Here's what I know: Love is the elixer, the One, the meaning. It is the panacea for aging, illness, and injury. It is what breaks us down and busts us open and reminds us that without heartfelt, whole, and hearty connections to our girlfriends, we just may get lost out there.
Thank you, Dr. Deb, for blowing open the portal to Love...
I am home.