Just had the first day of a retreat in Georgia, the day when everyone arrives and stories start being told. By the end of this evening in a forest setting, full moon, perfect weather, an extraordinary group of people with big hearts brought together, people so real, honest and open, I have fallen in love all over again. I fall in love all of the time. Once my daughter and a friend were talking about someone in a discriminating fashion. I said, “Oh, I really loved that person!” My daughter said with some exasperation, “Mom, you don’t count. You love everybody.” It felt like a compliment to me but it wasn’t meant to be one. I find every person to be a fascinating combination of qualities, absolutely unique in a thousand ways. New discoveries every day. There is magic in the air here tonight and I love being part of it.