Words fail me.
I just spent a week at an art journaling retreat in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico which was led by the remarkable Orly Avineri and organized by the lovely Rebecca Brooks (part two will be about the workshop).
I’m not quite sure that words will adequately convey the journey I experienced. If I had to boil it down to one simple word that might help you understand it would be this: color.
The color of the light as it bounces off the sun-drenched buildings and stings your eyes.
The color of joy that can be witnessed in the whimsical street art.
The color of inspiration found in the people who roam its streets.
The color of love so evident in the traditions and spirit.
The color of the soul-stirring light I bring home with me in my heart.