As I start packing for a return to Little River Rug Camp near Mendocino I'm remembering my first Little River retreat last year and how it was a true respite.
So, why do I love retreats?
Sometimes the location is enough.
I am amongst members of one of my tribes. We all have them and know how comforting and fun it is to be with those that get us. Maybe they're your fellow Giants' fans, master gardeners, or hiking pals?
The myriad ways that colorful wool strips can transform burlap and linen into art wall hangings, rugs, and even totes reaches into that part of me that hums and dances.
And by the end the connection I've missed with myself and what matters most to me is restored.