Wylde Women, 9" tall, hand-made, unique, collectible, ceramic wall sculpture with yarn and beads by Tammy Vitale

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Sunday will bring the end of retreating to Dream Big and the beginning of moving back into life Dreaming Big.  It will bring and end to time with new folks some of whom will become friends (one of whom named and won the Wylde Women line.).  I will end the retreat with a massage, taken the last day because I get to spend one more night in this place, extending my retreat on my own terms.  I will have to feed myself and may have to leave to find that, or may just make a meal out of the snacks I’ve brought along for the road trip.  I have colored pens for this journey, and my morning pages journal which is actually a catch all for everything I am doing.  I have decided against particular journals.  When I go back and read, there is no continuity among all the different journals I was keeping for different reasons.  I am simplifying and dropping to one into which all things will go.  Perhaps that will even get me organized in it’s own way, because if everything is in one place, it will be hard to lose.

And I will have it with me wherever I am, this journal, as well as the practicalities of day-to-day life, and be able to reread my "ahas" and reminders to keep on keeping on.

thought for the day:  Oshun is brass and parrot feathers in a velvet skin.  Oshun is white cowrie shells on black buttocks.  her eyes sparkle in the forest like sun on the river.  She is the wisdom of the forest.  She is the wisdom of the river.  Where doctors fail, she cures with fresh water.  Where medicine fails, she cures with fresh water.  She feeds the barren woman with honey and her dry body swells up like a juicy coconut.  Oh, how sweet, how sweet is the touch of a child’s hand.  Yoruban chant to Oshun from Patricia Monaghan’s book, The Goddess Companion, quoted  in The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Women’s Spirituality by Mary Faulkner.