When I first arrived on this retreat, I was not in a place to socialize. I was so tired and close to burnout that I just did not want to talk to anyone. The prickly pear plant, so prevalent in this landscape, resembled my stretched and torn heart. I found all kinds of reasons to keep my distance. But as the week progressed, I encountered the wonder of these women, a mixture of lay and ordained. Gradually we moved from learning about the desert mothers to becoming desert mothers with all that that entails; silence and prayer woven with heart felt conversation and holy laughter. Our vans became Amma 1 and Amma 2 as we journeyed to the places of spiritual richness that surround this area. By the end, I felt a connection to this group of women all of whom brought their own wounds and gifts to this retreat.
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