We wrote. We did the soul work. We laughed. Then laughed some more. We hiked. Crafted collages. Donned tattoos. Cried. Uplifted. Listened. Shared goosebumps. Reveled in fine, fine company. Sang for our supper. Soaked up the wisdom of medieval women mystics. Gathered in a circle. Gathered ’round the fire (twice). Danced with bells on our ankles and wrists. Told the stories. Let the light in. Displayed a sacred object. Owned our crown of light. Broke bread. Nibbled on Joy Cookies (from a 12th century recipe). Wrote out our visions, hurts, and dreams. Set free a secret or two. Earned our pearls. Laughed again. And again. And again.
Twenty of us convened on the mountain at beautiful Elohee to write, rest, and play. We ranged in age from our 20s to our 70s. Some hailed from Tennessee, Alabama, North Carolina, and Florida. Many were from Georgia. Unique life experiences, perspectives, and insights. Sisterhood: unbridled, joyous, sacred.
The next She Who Laughs will be held in Tuscany, Italy, in June 2025.
