shoulda known better

Every Fall, I go here to reunite with my tribe in the cedar-y, balsam-y smelling woods of New Hampshire. Every fall, I reunite with myself, and grow in amazing and unexpected ways. There is a June session also. They are just home and re-entering, and blogging about their time spent in magic. i should have known better than to peek at their pages. i should have known i'd end up a blubbery, slobbering mess. i should have known.