I should have been promoting the hell out of Women At Woodstock over the past several months; I should have been sending out reminders to register by June 30 – the “last chance deadline” to get a discounted price. I should have been telling everyone about the fabulous workshop presenters who will be leading our sessions during our two days together in November.
But instead I’ve been spending my time talking with those same workshop leaders, brainstorming and building plans. (Announcements to come over the next two weeks – lots of them!) And, I’ve been talking with Women At Woodstock alumni and the women who came to our Women’s Evening Salons in Charleston and New York last month and pulling together the photos and little videos we took. I’ve been exchanging emails with the women who already registered for Women At Woodstock this fall. (We’re at 25% capacity right now!) I’ve been thinking about how great it’s going to feel to gather on Friday evening, November 6, at the Catamount at the Emerson Resort for our Opening Night Welcome Party.
In the midst of all this connecting instead of tending to the “business” of Women At Woodstock, I started looking through all the photos and videos from 2012, 2013, 2014, and I got lost. So many good times. Moments of revelation. Stuff that went awry, but was OK because everyone’s so mellow. Women who came and were changed and now are on exciting new paths in their lives. Women I’ve gotten together with from 1, 2, or even 3 years back when they’ve come to town and who felt like old, comfortable friends the instant I laid eyes on them – even before we spoke. They are old friends. I’m marveling that being at Women At Woodstock is like spending all of elementary school and high school together with the women who’re there. We fast-backward, we fast-forward, and over 3 nights and 2 days, we time warp into good friends who understand and care about each other. It’s downright sisterhood that infuses us.
It’s so clear to me that this is our time in life, we women of the 60’s and 70’s. We may not be young, we may not be at the threshold of our entire adult lives, but we are at the threshold of an entire life yet to come. And we stand at this threshold seasoned, wise (because we know our strengths and our faults and we accept both), and not at all weary. We are on the forefront of a movement that’s driving all of us to connect, share power, step into ourselves. And I swear this movement is rooted in Woodstock. Whether we were there in the summer of ’69 or not, Woodstock is in our DNA. It has deeply informed who we are today, which is to say full of hope, free with ourselves, building a future on our own terms. And having a helluva good time at life.
So please forgive me for failing to nag you about the impending June 30 expiration of the Early Bird Rate for registration – 2 weeks from today. Is it short notice? I tell myself not really. If you’re going to come, you’re going to come, and it won’t be a big deal to pay the $92 to reserve your spot within the next 14 days. If you’re undecided, well, there’s plenty of time, and you can always go to our Facebook page and pick up a discount code for your registration when you’re ready. Of course, best to do both now when you know there’s still a place for you and you’ll get the lowest price possible. So I say – if you want to be there, be there. Waffling will provide you no benefit. Making a decisive move will free you to look forward starting today.
I’m still at something of a loss as to how to tell those who’ve never been, what Women At Woodstock is. It’s just hard to describe with words. But all this reminiscing and connecting has inspired me to pull together a new video, that I think shows, in its essence, “This Is What Women At Woodstock Is.” Click here to watch. And I’ll see you in November.