I don't know what I've gotten myself into.
I'm going to a secretive women's weekend this summer...where I'll be spending an intense 48 hours "examining my life" and "reclaiming parts of myself that have been lost, suppressed or misused."
I'm hoping it doesn't involve dancing naked around a bonfire.
It might be difficult.
It might be meaningful.
It might be unsettling.
I had to sign a contract in blood and tattoo the secret password on my butt...and the map to the secret location will be revealed to me in a public phone booth after I dial the encrypted number I find in a newspaper ad...oops, I've said too much.
No alcohol or drugs.
No cell phones.
No contact with the outside world!
But, we are encouraged to bring drums and rattles.
I have no idea what I've gotten into...I'm scared!!!
Don't worry...I won't drink the Kool-Aid!