Jun 012015

 I just had the pleasure and privilege of spending a long weekend with some amazing women in one of the most beautiful places I have ever known.  Just coming down the steep sloping path, through the arch guarded by a Green Man – my soul exhales a breath I didn’t know it was holding.  The mundane slips away and I am, once again, in the arms of the Mother.  The powerful and benevolent Spirit of Cae Mabon.

I love my yearly retreat.  I cherish the time I spend with my tribe – women who don’t bat an eye when my heart cracks open and  17 years of pain and shame dissolves in the lake of love that these women pour forth.  They just make the space that allows me to soften and lean into the hurt places so that I can cradle and integrate them into my story.  I healed a deep wound this weekend.  I repaired a relationship with myself that I hadn’t realised was damaged.

I had the chance to be creative, to let my spirit dance a little, sing a little, laugh and cry and be nourished.  I have such gratitude to the guardian of that sacred place – She holds so much so gracefully, allowing us to soften and become, to sink into the embrace of the valley and be in a time out of time.

I come home to that place, and now, in my home, on my sofa, I give thanks that I am here.  I have coffee and my cat, a body adorned with henna and my heart so full of love and joy that I almost don’t feel the aches and niggles born of a 6 hour drive.

Today is a day of rest and reflection.  I am beyond grateful.

Jo Gough

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