I wish I had pictures of our women's retreat this weekend . . . they would be glowing green and fly-away blue. I was even greeted by a red sly fox as I sat beneath the trees, sketching life.
But a picture would not be accurate because you would need to feel the sun and hear the breeze . . . and in the background the music of voices.
But not just voices . ..
When women come together something magical happens. They transform a place.
I need these voices, this gathering together, these conversations.
I need the community of women- every age and personality and persuasion- because they all teach me, they all are beautiful.
This is the church-
-and it happens only in the friction and rub, the grappling for words, the subtleties of expression, the anointing of prayer.
I found my spirit nourished not only from the time away, the time beneath the trees, the glory of nature . .. but most from this connection with other women; honesty, being together, being heard. It is holy ground.
There is a sacredness of sharing together.
"Our stories are sacred! They are oral stories of God.
Being able to speak words releases something.
Humans find God's presence primarily through relationships."-Mattie Marie Mast
This is the beauty of the church.