camp

I went on camp again. I’ve realised I’m somewhat dependent on the authenticity I find on these programs, though I know I’m so very lucky to keep going back. my buddy was an angel. it was a gorgeous group and a special week. it’s remarkable to think that I might never have known the fulfilment I find in this work had I not challenged myself to try it out at the awkward age of thirteen.

I’m lucky and working on not taking this for granted. leaving home for a while now - the first time since the adventure. excited for the distance and uncertainty it will bring, if only for a short time. << x