Blissdom still sticks with me. Even though a week has passed, I am spending a lot of time contemplating the things I learned during my time there. I am still awed by the way my art seemed to touch a chord with so many women.
So much happened, so many lovely and beautiful women shared, inspired, uplifted, cheered, and challenged me. I left from the weekend wanting to run as fast as I could to my computer and throw all the ideas down.
This journey of grief never really ends. It is shared by so many. In a sea of over 700, I met a small fraction of women ~ most of whom had personally experienced a loss. 1 in 4 kept echoing in my head. 1 in every 4 pregnancies ends in a loss.
This is staggering.
I walked into a room so full of life and excitement, and yet each time walked out having met another mother who knew my pain.
A mother never forgets.
See these smiling faces? Once again, God put precious people in my path. Fran and Adrianne both helped make Blissdom amazing. We each talked about our dreams and goals and each gained insight and support for what we are doing.
I feel more convicted that this path is the right one for me. As difficult as it may be sometimes, there is a purpose for it. I have so much to learn still. But I am beginning to realize that there is a bliss to this brokenness.