I get it now. I do. When they talk about this few days following an creative retreat (or maybe even any kind of retreat).
The feeling of a buzzing heart.
The deep knowing of being understood, and heard.
The self-discovery in between in all.
The Love.
The connection.
The Oneness.
And now, back home with the everyday «normal» life, there is this readjustment needed. Not to say how very afraid I am to forget all the goodness Danielle, Mindy and Juliette shared with us.
The beginning…
Yesterday, I was talking with my friend Nancy (who I met thanks to Facebook and this retreat, before realizing we were litterally neighbors !) and was admitting that Truth: I was scared that my family would think I do not love them enough because of these emotions of being back home (nothing negative, though), I felt split between me missing them and me missing what was happening in Port Townsend, not knowing really how to simply do with it all inside of me, holding hands but not really. And today it is clearer: just take all the goodness in, and bring that into the big cauldron your heart is so it mixes together into one huge positive feeling. And it changed everything for me this morning…
(I think I will break my experience in Port Townsend in several blogposts, so it is not a huge one filled with words and images and… not very digest for you).
I went to visit my family for only four days and I still feel lost and awful after returning! Of course I am happy to be home (I love to be home), but it feels like I am pulled into two pieces, one in the city and one in the country! Feels weird, like a lucid dream.