This has always been my way. I will talk up a storm about experiences, letting my memory be my guide. Like my never developed photos from Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, the images on paper could never live up to the totality of my experience being there. In this case, the written word is likely to fail me too.
Was the conference perfection? Of course not, but being in a roomful of people that I admired and having others (shock) admire me was simply amazing. Although there were only a handful of women of color in attendance this was by far the least striking of our differences. Women converged from all over the country and Canada, tall and short, rich and poor, Anglo and Latino, mothers, daughters, single, married, from the North and from the South. Yet our love of blogging, the common thread that held us together was greater than any of our differences.
I sit here wistfully hording my memories of it all. My biggest regret is that I did not meet every woman there. We each have a story to tell, in our own way, on our own terms. I am so greedy - I want to know them all.
I am sure this is not what you want to hear, I told you my words would fail but I do have pictures and perhaps they will tell the story and convey the sense of euphoria I felt while attending Bliss(dom 09).
More photos to follow!
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