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Despite the cold, an invisible comfort blanketed the ashram, inviting us to open up, laugh, and tell our stories without judgement, in that sacred place.</div><div></div><div></div><div>With each workshop and conversation, my skepticism melted into curiosity and a desire to sing in the grass with those two angel people. Soaking up the sun one afternoon on that same stretch of lawn with other women relaxing nearby, I contemplated the singing as well as whether it would be weird to just eat the beef jerky in my bag in a vegetarian environment. That is until Liz Gilbert appeared and laid down in the grass about three feet away from me.</div><div></div><div></div><div>One gal read her book behind me and another one to my right pretended to write in her journal while simultaneously moving her gaze from me, to Liz, to fake writing in that journal. I wondered if I should go talk to Liz or give her space and be cool. 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