Anam Cara, my faith sharing group of almost nine years got away last weekend for our annual retreat. We chose the name Anam Cara for our group years ago because it means soul friend and that is exactly who we are for each other. Meeting the second and fourth Mondays of every month we gather in circle to breathe in and breathe out our fears, joys, challenges, and hopes together. Holding each story tenderly.
This year we rented a farm house for the location of our retreat on an alpaca/llama farm and called our retreat: Breathing with the Llamas. And that is what we did. Looking out at the Puget Sound over the bluff and breathing in the water’s beauty in one direction and breathing in the green valley and peaceful roaming animals in the other.
It was in our silence this past weekend that I felt most connected to the group of five other women. Each taking their breathing time in as their souls directed. I needed a nap, a walk and some time to read. Being silent amidst women you’ve shared so much of yourself with defines the nature of our friendships. Trust. Faith. Love. Hope.
All held together tenderly, touching our souls, as sweetly as the breath of an angel. Carrying me through the week so I can fly freely. Carrying me through my journey so I am not alone.
by J.G. McGlothern