So much of what I love about this camping trip is the sense of community that we share. The children create their own ever-changing clusters, moving from one activity to the next, sometimes in pairs of those close in age, sometimes spanning seven years or so, from youngest to oldest child. We shared a wonderful, robust meal of communal chili, everyone contributed some ingredients and batches of homemade cornbread. I was especially grateful for my friend, Diana's Kundalini Yoga session, which was such a treat. And, we had our first mother-daughter book group discussion, reading Wise Child by Monica Furlong. We sipped homemade herbal tea, nibbled fire-popped popcorn, and talked amongst ourselves about the messages in the book. The girls were especially productive around the campsite that afternoon, washing muddy laundry in the river and setting it to dry on a clothesline. We shared stories, laughter, advice, meals, walks, bike rides, adventures, bonfires, problem-solving, games, joy and appreciation for one magical weekend in the woods.
With gratitude for my community of friends