What stays with me about my first Wide Open Writing retreat is how free I felt. Free to answer questions honestly when asked by my new roommates. Free to write in response to Dulcie's stirring prompts. Free to share those raw, unedited pieces with the group. Free to eat as much as I wanted to eat. Free to practice yoga with my eyes closed and the sound of Nancy's voice rising from the lake. Free to laugh, free to dance, free to walk, to swim, to smile while looking into another person's eyes. I don't know if what was given to me was love but I came home from Borestone Mountain feeling loved. And love is what I hold from my time among some of the most wonderful women I have ever known.