Last weekend, I hosted my first Rooted Women’s retreat at my home in Colorado. It was a vision I’d held for years– to create a sacred space in nature for healing and connection. I was deeply moved by how we held one another, and how the land held us. By the magic that unfolds when you’re surrounded by people who believe in you and care for you. By what emerges when we sit together in the messiness of it all and someone says, “me too,” or “I hear you.”
Just days after the retreat ended, my little Colorado mountain town experienced an unimaginable tragedy: a fire tore through our downtown and destroyed 18 beloved and vital businesses– the heart and soul of our place– in a matter of hours.















