At the Stillpoint
My toddler son and my husband had all just come off of a long and wonderful camp we ran together on dartmoor in England for 12 years in wild spaces off grid for about 100 hearty folks to celebrate their bodies and living together in good company. We spent much of these 2 weeks barefoot and smelling of woodsmoke. We ate food we prepared over an open fire and offered all of our favourite activities: Singing, Art-making, Ritual, Qi Gong, Yoga and so much more. I love this work and the way nature has her way with you… clearing out the cobwebs and arteries and psychic muck that gets accumulated in the day to day.
On the way home we stopped by a lovely glade in the woods and we were all enjoying splashing around in the river, cooling off on an unusually hot day and laughing. As we stood and relished the sunshine on our happy faces, the dragonflies all alighted on us. We each were blessed with 3 – 6 of them on our arms and heads. I had never seen anything like this before or since, but the experience never left me. It felt like a blessing. I felt simply and wholly beloved on the earth. And like there was nothing left to do. Only be.