I'm back from North Carolina.
Best part:
Making my own tag that said
IN THE SILENCE
I was "with out speaking" (towards the end of the day I just put my hand over the badge and said what I had to and then took my hand away and said" I'm back"...hahahaha....a trick I learned from somebody called Veronica....a real pisser...hahahahaha......she had done tons of women's retreats and it was at the end of the day....a nice transition back into talking.....she was so funny!)

Worst part:
Getting my wrist slapped twice for "bending the rules". I hate being corrected, especially in public. However, I made the best of it and learned some powerful lessons about listening and how perfect I really am...even if sometimes, I'm a perfect asshole!

No it wasn't the mountains or the air or the babbling river rocks or the walks in the forest, or the crazy church service on Sunday that blessed pets, or the breath work with a group of wailing women with a back drop of loud music during a holatropic breathwork exercise, or the meditation in the "dome" sitting across from a partner while we both sobbed and looked into each others eyes and the facilator wiped the "snot" leeking down over my upper lip like I was a little kid....hahahaha....or the kata every morning or the great food cooked by the "ladies", or the breasts being bared in the talking stick circle or hearing the story of Veronica taking off her clothes and wading into the river with just a Virgin Mary scarf around her private parts and then laying out on a rock, or the long lingering hugs and kisses on the cheeks or the barring of our souls in our
one hour check in's with our "family group" every morning (a group of five) or selling my hand made haki-makies (I moved eleven).........ahhhhhhhhhhh now I know what to send you for your b. day!!!!!! or bon fire in the dark...freezing and laughing over jokes till some enlightened being said "I'm cold....does anybody want to go?"....massive exit!....or the goddess dancing in the gym to drums played by 5 really hot guys, recruited from the church that had a service blessing dogs and birds and such!....or the homeless man that sang to me in Ashville as people dropped dollars in his guitar case......he sang me the story of his life in poetry..........aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........enough for now!

Thanks for getting me started.
I'm so glad to be home.