Invoking Inspiration Plus Review of Zen Den Yoga Retreat

I recently went for my first yoga retreat at the Zen Den Yoga School. And wow, it blew my mind. Even before all the lock downs and isolation on purpose went into effect, I was suffering from a sense of disconnection. I missed people. I missed places. I missed events. I missed doing things and feeling like I was part of something larger than myself. I’ll given you a couple examples of some of my favorite times that I was part of the whole, tell you about camp, then tell you about what I’m doing to bring some of the joy I gathered home with me to Kentucky.

When I was in college I feel into a group of people and we fondly named ourselves grouplove, after the band. We were a conglomeration of between 11–30 people that would come in and out of my partner at the time’s basement. There would be parties and cooking, and painting, much painting, body painting, photo taking, adventures. It was amazing, but it was a mess. It was a lot to take care of and clean up after and it wasn’t practical for me to stay up to 6 a.m. hanging out with everyone when I had 9 a.m. classes to get to. But there were times when it was a blast.

I did go to church camp for three amazing weeks of my life. But I grew out of the age range and found myself the victim of religious discrimination when I applied to be a camp councilor, I was no longer a Christian, but deeply loved the experiences I had at camp and wanted to help facilitate others. They plainly said to me that if I hadn’t accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior then…