Mother Mountain. That it was. And we thank you, sweet, bold, majestic Montana for your healing medicine.
Women shedding tears and laughter, smiling, sitting in sacred circles, walking in beauty, learning to embrace the gorgeousness we are. Thank you for helping us to remember our own lusciousness. Thank you for the sweetness in your air that so quickly quieted our minds.
Your wild running rivers reminding us of our dreams rushing to come true, overflowing with amplified amounts of love, washing away any last doubts. The grandness of your landscape, a mirror of our own beating hearts; the depth, the light, the color that helped us remember. This is the very stuff we are made of.
Cradled by Yellowstone Under Canvas, under your big sky, wolves howling in the night and new bird songs at sunrise. Bright mornings of yoga, meditation and movement. Days of bear and bison, eagle and elk.
We embraced the land, as it embraced us, and we held each other. We made space for the highest healing of every heart around the fire. Crystals on chakras, the full moon, we felt wrapped in love and in trust. We trusted we could be ourselves with wild abandon and still be loved. Creating sisterhood that can never be broken.
Thank you, Mother Mountain.