For the past several days, since Danny and I left WinShape‘s quaint, almost Alpine-esque village in North Georgia’s rolling hills, I’ve been struggling to explain exactly what happened last week. A handful of people have asked me, “So how was that retreat?” and I’ve stammered to articulate a response more coherent and specific than, “Amazing!” […]
For the past several days, since Danny and I left WinShape‘s quaint, almost Alpine-esque village in North Georgia’s rolling hills, I’ve been struggling to explain exactly what happened last week. A handful of people have asked me, “So how was that retreat?” and I’ve stammered to articulate a response more coherent and specific than, “Amazing!” […]





