I am happy to be without you, edging inward into solitary unknowns.
I have yet to become the woman who I was meant to be. I am a mother. I was a mother at fifteen. I am a wife. I am your wife. I am afraid–I am afraid to touch the core of what I mean to say.
What am I doing here? What am I directing myself to do?
I will acclimate to the space. I will let myself relax and give in to its body of quiet. There are eight walls in this room. I am expanding into the numerous corners, filling this whole space with my expansive self.
I feel that this retreat…
Excerpted from my “Retreat Writings” which were generated during my stay at Casita Azul in July 2011.
I will post daily excerpts for the next week.