Packing and Preparing!

Need to pack

Then why am I sitting here on the computer reading blogs? And now typing a post...for no real reason?

I need to pack!

This upcoming weekend is one of my favorite weekends - ever! It is the annual Heart to Heart retreat in the Ozarks of Missouri! In the past, I have traveled to Tulsa via airplane and then by car with my mom. I will miss doing that this year, but I am taking 3 very special friends with me this year! I cannot even imagine the fun we will have on the road trip there and back! We range in age from early 20's to 50's, we know each other well, and care about each other bunches, which makes the weekend even more inviting! Then, when we get there, we will be with crowds of other women, all from different walks of life - but with one common bond - understanding, peace and love of the 12 step program and serenity.

Already, in my mind, I can hear the laughter. I can smell the musky dorm rooms where we will sleep, and the aroma of the food coming from the mess hall (and it is GOOD food) is already filling my tummy with desire. When I check in, I will receive my "word" - the word that I will ponder as a characteristic of myself, that I will either accept or grow into while there. And the excitement I feel for my friends and wondering what their "word" will be as well. There will be time for celebration, seeing old friends, some time for reflection, time for grieving and letting go, and time for some plain old fun!

I will be stretched, I will grow, and I will leave grateful! Grateful that I have a God who loves me unconditionally, who has my best in mind and will always protect and care for me, and grateful for friends who I can share life with - real life!

Oh, how I love Heart to Heart! My heart explodes at the anticipation...

Okay, I NEED TO PACK!!!!!!!!!!

Comments

L.L. Barkat said…

I love the packing. Each piece a little bit of hope for what's to come. Some will be worn and some will not. Just like the moments we'll embrace or, for one reason or another, need to set aside.

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