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So grateful to all the youth who joined us for our Summer Retreat! What a powerful way to spend a weekend. You are all our teachers! Here is what the girls wrote to future girls considering becoming a Real Talk Teen...
"You're never going to find a space or an energy like the space Emily and Quetzal create. Do it, I promise you'll love it."
"Do it! Trying doesn't hurt but if you don't, you're missing out! Changed my life!"
"If you're not sure about joining a group or coming to a retreat, just go for it. You'll find people who can retreat to you and connect with you, and it will be worth it!"
"I liked going to this retreat and being part of this because it gives you a separate group that you can open up to. Also because you don't see these people every day it means that you can open up to them about your life and they can give you advice from an outsiders perspective."
"I liked this retreat because I could feel comfortable with opening up and others could easily say anything they wanted to."
"Please do this! You will not regret it! It leaves you with so much life experience."
"To anyone who wants to do this... DO IT!!! It's amazing and you'll love it!"
Real Talk Teen Summer Retreat 2019
Motherhood & A Moment of Choice
I’m 8 months into enlightenment parenting and it’s kicking my ass. I’m learning from the master Bubbi BooBoo the art of feeling the feelz and moving on, instantly - that every moment is a choice I’m being offered. So today I’m going to pretend this was it, this sunshine baby in a tunnel kissing pure cuteness moment. Because really, none of that other stuff is worth being stuck somewhere else, when all you ever want is to not miss this.
Ending the day humble, exhausted and slightly wounded.
Moon Yields To Son • Son Yields To Moon
Since the seed of my child was planted, his rhythms have been my own. His growth, his birth, has also been mine. Our process has been one. But now, something is separating, something inevitable.
Tides greater than both of us are pulling on me again.
Pushing my system back to it's own rhythm.
Pulling me away ever so slightly.
A forced return.
The inevitability of separation is so bittersweet. It makes you nostalgic for what's barely even gone. It makes you admit what you care about most. It makes your love even more tender.
So today, I honor the blood and the tidal wave of motherhood.
Thank you to the Life that makes us, moves us, and keeps us soft.
Happy new mama moon to me.
As I looked over at the skinny, tan new mom with her well done hair and her cute bikini and then looked at Shaye (who was wondering what the heck I was doing and what the heck is that lake thing) I said to myself, fuck it, and in we went. Ugly hiking shorts and sports bra, postpartum belly, naked baby, ducks and a lake.
Baby fell asleep as planned on the hike back, offering an oh so precious moment to remember: the salty sweat of summer, the smell of Mugwort in the warm air, pink sweet peas climbing 20ft high in the trees, the scurry of bunnies, the cry of two hawks for each other overhead, my strong body carrying us home.
This is why some days don’t work out, this is why when it’s not good enough, you just have to decide “it’s good enough” and jump in with your clothes on. Small acts of freedom.
In Need Of A Peak
Surrounded by friends; hawk cries, dry summer flowers, buckeye blossoms, mama oaks and bays, their familiar presence watching over me, my extended family.
Though they do not speak in words, they are certainly speaking. In their glorious strength and vulnerability, in the power of knowing their place, in their bloom and their breaking, in their simply Being though every season.
It’s been a wild ride becoming a mama. I’m particularly feeling it on this day, supposedly celebrating some sort of glory while at the same time taking babies just like mine from new mamas just like me. Prayers for the change we wish to see, be illuminated in every spark of every firework.
Feeling humbled. Lucky. Privileged. Honest. Spiritually sober. Here.
Thank you to my, our, Great Mama Gaia, for reminding me of my place, and to be grateful for every day I’m given. Thank you for reminding me I am never alone.
EMILY FROST is an artist and mentor working with youth and families in the Bay Area. She is the founder of LOVE YOUR NATURE, a movement devoted to girls and women awakening to their inherent wisdom, power, and purpose.