For the 53 hours since PAB ended, I've been squeezing my brain, hoping to shrink the PAB2011 experience down to a blog-post-sized blurb.My mind, my chest, my eyes are still swelling with swirling ideas and images. Huge laughs, huge smiles, huge buzzing, tingling emotions. Huge gratitude for the privilege of belonging. This morning, as we attended Lucy's grade 6 graduation, I realized that the stilted, tension-filled ickiness of that sweltering gym, thick with twelve years of inter-parental encounters, was the anti-PAB. And that helped boil the weekend down to its core... PAB gets me. It lets me be me when I'm there. And seems to do the same for us all. PAB's about expressing, not impressing. It's about connecting and creating and stretching and sharing. It's a slingshot into life. Thanks to everybody for the photos (and for the weekend, of course).
Andrea Ross was diagnosed with breast cancer October 6, 2009 and intends to survive and thrive. You can read more from Andrea here.
Posted by Andrea June 28, 2011