Glamping

I did a thing. I got the flier for this retreat and saw the Facebook post about it and I was tempted but decided not to go due to my bruised tailbone so I couldn’t ride and a work dinner Friday night. Then a slot already paid opened up and I went.

I loved it. The outdoors, the tents, the fellowship with other women, the ranch, the animals and nature. I think most people went for the actual content of the retreat, the worship and message. Not me. That’s not where I am in the spiritual walk right now.

I enjoyed the discussions, the connections. None of us have it figured out and we are all in very different places, personally, spiritually, making peace with ourselves, with our past, with God. And that’s ok. We all did our best to love and accept each other, to encourage and love each other. To connect. That blessed me.

And I loved the glamping, sleeping in tents, sitting by the camp fires in the evening and in the shade during the day. Even the barn was openish. I pet the horses and the dogs and listened to the birds, looked at the trees.

I’m glad I went.