When I planned my trip to Sedona, I waffled back and forth on what I wanted that weekend to be. I felt a call to make it a solo writing retreat, but that felt lonely. I gently threw out the invite to others, but then would feel resistance to sharing the experience.
When the week came, I headed out to the desert alone.
I was a mix of hesitant and excited to retreat from the world and be with my own company. It was Halloween weekend, and a full moon, so there would be no lack of social gatherings and ceremonies tempting me. I set the intention to be open to connections and events if the right one came along.