The third Gaian Soul Retreat has come and gone, and once again I am blessed beyond measure by this work I am called to do, and by the women who gather in circle at Aldermarsh each spring and fall.
We were blessed by early morning mists rising in the meadow, and late afternoon sunshine in the gardens.
We walked across the serpentine path to Marsh House, our gathering place . . .
. . . where we held council (passing around a shell found just that morning on the beach, as a talking piece).
We spent time on the land communing with the nature spirits . . .
. . . and poured our hopes, dreams, and sorrows into sacred art.
We offered our gifts to each other,
. . . and connected with new friends and old.
We feasted on scrumptious handcrafted meals . . .
. . . made from greens, fruits and vegetables harvested that day in the Aldermarsh gardens by our chef Elaine Nichols and her helper Colleen.
We allowed tarot cards to open doors to deep conversation,
And we admired each other’s creations, listening to the deeper stories behind them.
We sang to the rising moon (and Helga played her cedar flute to the moon too), and held ceremony for the Autumn Equinox.
Some of us visited Mama Ocean at Useless Bay
. . . or walked the labyrinth at Chinook.
Until next time. Blessed be.