This past Labor Day weekend, I went to a retreat near the Rocky Mountains in Estes Park that has changed me from the ground up. I was there to work and be of service, but as is often the case, I was not immune to the energy of great minds and hearts, powerful speakers, healing services, ancient ceremonies and early morning hikes and sunrises.
I was able to experience a Puja Blessing and Kirtan, an early morning Silent Zen Bell Walking Meditation, a pre-dawn Harmonizing Nature Hike which included a full sage clearing and sunrise grounding and a Thunder Drum Circle in the lineage of the Plains Indians. Aside from the stellar cast of speakers, writers and musicians, I was introduced to over 30 men and women involved in Sound Healing using Tibetan Singing Bowls, some of whom were also Reiki masters, therapists, doctors, fellow rock and crystal hounds and of course, loads and loads of yoga teachers.
With that many different healers under one roof; positive and gut-wrenching change is guaranteed. It was like we all took turns having an emotional meltdown including unstoppable tears that came out of nowhere, stream of conscious journaling, the healing balm of nature and lots of support and hugs.
After a particularly emotional day, I connected with a woman who specializes in past-life regression, and I was all over that one. We did a mini-session that took me back to a life that showed me the “mask” I’ve been hiding behind out of fear of revealing my True Self. I was surrounded with love and support from my deceased loved ones during this process and I can still feel them near me.
The following day found me awake before dawn, hiking up a mountain in the dark with a small group of new friends. I had been given two pieces of beautiful pyrite and told to keep one and give one back to Mother Earth. As I stumbled up, tripping over roots and rocks, I was on a silent mission to be led to the place where I could plant my gift.
After the sun finished its rise, our small group wondered off to explore and connect in our own way. I saw a hidden area with lots of little birds hopping around and chirping, so I went to investigate. I was admiring the intimate relationship between the sun and the mountains when I glanced down and saw a feather on the ground. I knelt down, picked it up and held it to the sun. Just then, I knew this was the perfect place to plant my stone. A silent bond was formed in that moment, with the sun, mountains and my ancestors showing me the way without saying a word.