I was steeped in the history of where we camped by the ocean. Poetry danced in my blood. I could call the flora and fauna by first name. The intimacy of the place was alive in me.
I took so many pictures, enamored as I was. But my favorite things were not to be captured.
*Sitting around the campfire, raising our voices to the stars. By chance, we even sang a version of the Om Namah Shivaya song!
*The surprise of finding a note from the fairies and gnomes on our tent with an awesomely artsy t-shirt.
*Playing Mafia with the older kids and adults after the little ones were nestled peacefully in their tents. The patchwork of clouds and stars overhead. And the clap of thunder at a particularly suspenseful moment.
*The communal parenting among my friends is always deeply moving. I love how we interact with and see the best in each others' children (even when they're overstimulated and hungry). How we see the best in each other.
What gifts! I am deeply touched....
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Lovely. I especially love that last one - too rare these days.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mon....
ReplyDelete..this sounds like an incredible experience you had..thank you so much for sharing it with us...
I am so glad to know exactly what you are talking about....
ReplyDeleteMon and Mel, I am lucky to have these people in my life right now. It certainly was a weird transition into adulthood. I'm 36 and still feel like I'm growing up! ;) The strange part was going from the "extreme sport" of partying and socializing to seeking out like-minded people.
ReplyDeleteOne of them being...Georgia. I am glad you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm so stoked to know you...and that you know me. Would it be too Rumplestiltskin to ask if I detect a hint of fairy dust lingering about you? Would I have to give you my first-born child? I think you've got her heart anyway. :D