Embracing Darkness and Dissolution
How my first relationship in a decade became compost for an even greater one: with myself.
It’s not something you go to the beach for, the endless sea of decaying seaweed that takes over the Santa Cruz shoreline in late September, early October. Unless, of course, you’re a group of women on a yoga retreat with the name and theme of “Rebirth.” A few times a year, local yoga teacher Hannah Muse offers these weekend retreats at a private residence overlooking West Cliff, complete with meals prepared by a private gourmet chef. As her GEO (Goddess Executive Officer), I get to be there to offer support, witness transformations, and even participate.