Another Early Summer

It’s been much too warm here with only a couple days of rain. Summer is coming too soon, just like last year.

So I ventured into the snowy pines for a weekend in Strawberry with a group of awesome women. Of course I was nervous and feeling the fatigue of my chronic illness flaring up. But I paced myself and persevered in packing and got on the road!

When I arrived the nerves settled and the magic started. The air was filled with honest conversations, relaxing, laughing and connecting.

On this weekend together in a cabin, we unfolded, opened up and shared parts of ourselves that are often guarded. We expressed our truth and were heard. We cried. We embraced and then laughed and partied and ate. We communed with each other. We were received. It was a harmonious, compassionate celebration of love in action!

We painted!

I came home to two fur babies and a husband who missed me. He made us the dinner I left for him while I was gone- he had ordered a pizza instead.

I relaxed with the cats and ate popcorn. After dinner, I ran an Epsom salt bath.

Cuddle muffins
Put that coconut oil and some apple cider vinegar in there too!

I am carrying the compassion that we as women shared with one another into my daily routine. Let’s take care of ourselves and know we deserve it. We are worthy of self love.

2 thoughts on “Another Early Summer

  1. Casey,
    Elvis and a biggie small are handsome cats. Their markings are very distinct. What do you feed them? I forget which one is Elvis.
    Your desert garden is so colorful.
    I never knew a desert could bloom.
    Nice read Casey!!! You definitely have a gift for writing and sharing.
    Thank you!
    đź’—Aunt Ginna


  2. I love it, sounds like a Wonderful Weekend. Relaxation, Friendship, and Sharing Life and Dreams! Good for you Casey! Sounds like you are your mother’s daughter. Enjoying life.



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