June 22

June 22, 2015

I'm not going to lie to you, you know I never do.  Today was a really hard day.  I had tears stuck in my belly until I could get to my cabin and cry and cry, all alone.  It was hard, but it was good.

I am all alone here and it is so hard and I love it so much.  I feel terrible, but I know this is where I need to be and I am going to grow and be stronger.  I was working in the office tonight and my walk home was completely dark, but there was that Cheshire Cat moon and I saw lightening bugs and it was so beautiful and peaceful and just how I remembered it.  It is like magic catching glimpses and smells of my memories of this place.  It was hard back then, too, but of course now it is fresh and I've forgotten how hard it was in 1996 or 1994.  Remember that moment in staff week when we found it which shift we were on?  That was yesterday and the intensity has been palpable.  

I am in Norm the Dorm.  My own room in a cabin I share with one other woman, for now, another will arrive in a few weeks.  I have a queen size bed with twin size sheets on it (Aaron will bring me proper sheets, ew).  I hope I sleep well tonight.  Last night I was freezing and did not sleep well at all.  I am wearing a fleece, wool hat and slippers.  Tomorrow I will meet with the photo crew and shake things up a bit.  Also, I will work on fused glass.  I will breathe.  Maybe teach a yoga class.  I would love to paint my camp mug.  Tomorrow will be full and that is my favorite thing.  

Images of Camp.  June 22, 2015


June 22, 2014

Wagon Boys.  June 22, 2013


June 22, 2012

Rain.  June 22, 2012