i loved when my campers went on the hay ride, a time to reload the fire with wood, sit on the heavy wooden log bench and gaze up at the trees, nothing the shadows the falling sun casts and the twisted branches looming above my head.
i love the shadows in the evening...
so much.
other random:
i always find myself in metaphors, or so i realized as i was sitting by the fire.
also thought of as i gazed up at the trees was how odd it is...
i love the life trees have, the music their leaves make, the bright colors they go down in as they nearly die out only to revive again the next spring... i apologize to them as i cut them down even if it's necessary, i love the landscape they produce...
and i then i moved my head to the side and looked at the logs i had just put in.
full circle life, appreciated through its many deaths and rebirths and then gazed at as it is carefully placed in a position to burn quickest as it gives warmth and feeling in the end.
goals in life:
~a porch swing to watch the sunrise/set
~a hammock
~my own fishing pond
~a big dog that thinks it's a lap dog
~a glass of lemonade to sip whilst sitting on the porch swing/hammock/ edge of the pond trying to keep it away from the big dog that thinks it's a lap dog and wants that glass of lemonade more than it wants to chase the tennis ball i threw into the pond.
...i don't dream big, but i dream.
...maybe i should dream big.
then i'd have more concrete goals.
random:
pretending the core staff in my camp was my twin (we tricked the campers hardcore...) really made me want a brother...
well it was nice to have a 'brother' last week.
i love camp.
with my kind of people.
this doesn't mean they believe the same things as i do.
they could be more liberal, or more conservative.
but they're my camp family.
a new male counselor is quitting, a co-counselor pointed out that camp isn't for some people, it's not real life in a way.
i can definitely see that...
pity it isn't.
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