This years Glastonbury retreat closed one week ago and already I am missing my beautiful group + the soft nature of the land, so much.
Before going to Glastonbury I was feeling a little lost – underutilizing my purpose & my gifts, is what I had been saying.
I had been experiencing a suffocating spaciousness around me that was encroaching more and more each day, silently pushing me to create.
…but to create what?, is where I had been getting stuck.
This general sense of directionlessness hasn’t been the best for my psyche and living in a distraction filled city like Paris, has only left me feeling more unmotivated to figure it out. I mean I’ve had lingering thoughts of what I wanted to birth into the World but the zest + energy to make it happen has been fleeting.
These feelings didn’t dissipate when I arrived in Glastonbury, however they did start to fade a few days in…
In deep communion with The Divine, I made offerings.
I did daily pilgrimages disguised as hikes up The Tor,
I paused for meditations in nature,
I wandered with no agenda,
And somehow, instead of it feeling redundant, it felt like enough.
Quickly, I started to remember my magic, my grace, my healing, my love
& when the retreat attendees arrived it all came together for me;
I realized how much I had missed being in the group facilitation space and exactly what I want to devote more creative energy towards.
The week was spent sans efforting with a beautiful cadence abound – it’s hard to even put into words – it was just so joyful, rich, & sacred.
Each person I connected with beautifully blossomed/expanded in front of my eyes.
There was a warmth, tenderness, and genuine care I felt from everyone, that perfumed the environment with sweetness.
Witnessing and being a part of this magic feels like such a gift and showcases the particular gifts The Goddess elicits throughout Glastonbury, Avebury, & the English countryside; without force or demand She gently nurtures you into remembering who you are & why you are here.
