I drove with anxious anticipation, little flutters keeping me present in my body. The roads twisted; the GPS took me through tiny backroads I recognized from before. My destination was deliberate. I wouldn’t know anyone, yet I already felt completely at home. Twenty years ago, I would have played the part all too well. I would have pretended to feel. A chameleon for skin, hair, and smiles. Not this time. I didn’t retreat from the retreat. I opened my heart and let the other seekers in and fell in love a hundred times. Oh, to connect, to embody the love.
Darcy Alsop is an overeducated freelance writer in Orange County, California. She hikes, writes, owns a business, and loves her family, dogs, and words. www.dmaconsultingservices.net www.discoursewithdarcy.blogspot.co Instagram: @yogadarc Facebook: Darcy Davies-Alsop