I’ve been reflecting A LOT on my Odyssey experience…and wanted to put words to it… I arrived with this quiet expectation that whatever was stirring inside me would somehow be settled. And because of the way Matthew facilitated our journey, and the way the community held each other, I left feeling clearer, softer, more expansive, and more connected to myself than ever before. I’ve been to therapy, and therapy supported me in grounded, meaningful ways. I’ll always be a proponent of it. But my Odyssey experience, was…different. Therapy is like a steady, slow walk; Odyssey is like stepping through a portal, like finding a light switch or a hidden door in myself I didn’t even know existed until I was already on the other side of it. Nothing rushed, nothing forced, just a gentle, powerful shift into another plane that I didn’t know existed. Almost two months later, I’m still in awe that words like transformation, healing, and community can feel so accurate and yet, insufficient. They fit, but only in their IMAX, full-color, high-definition versions (if that makes sense, lol). My Odyssey experience didn’t change me as much as it created the conditions for me to remember who I am beneath the noise, the clinging, and the stories I had outgrown.