This weekend’s reunion was wonderful. Reunions are the closest you can get to a time machine for camp. The only problem is that you no longer climb like a mountain goat with no thought about how you are going to hurt when you are done. We all look different from our past selves. Most of us are heavier, we all are grayer but are hearts are pretty much the same.
Some camps were filled with sunshine, grace and love, some weren’t but Teresita is one that was. I have to admit that I felt like I was a fish out of water there but they have shown in spades that they didn’t feel that way about me and that is a gift.
They aren’t all Catholics now, we have gone are separate journeys. I was a budding Pagan then but now some are Buddhists, some are still Catholic, some are atheist and some are agnostic and some have moved to other forms of Christianity but we all respect each other.
I was amazed Sunday morning how many showed up for my Chapel before breakfast, last year there were 8 adults, this year most came and they brought their kids. That was very special. Miss Kat is the crazy Druid and they let her have Chapel on Sunday of all days. It felt really good especially since I had a brain storm the night before and threw out what I was going to do and wrote a service on magic and my definition of magic because for me magic = nature and being up in the mountains and in the trees is my church so we listened to the wind in the pines and the oaks and we watched and listened to my nemesis the acorn woodpecker. We saw all the colours of green and we saw the magic in each other’s laugh and smile. That is my definition of magic.
And this is the prayer I wrote:
I ask for power to make good decisions this day and every day
I ask for wisdom to see the magic in the world
I see magic in the wind
I see magic in the sun’s rays
I see magic in the greens of the trees
I hear magic in a friend’s voice
I hear magic in a bird’s song
I hear magic in music
I know the magic of loving friends and family
I know the magic of learning new things
I know the magic of peace, the magic of hope, the magic of love
Let me take these things with me through this day
And home with me this night
May we know we are blessed and that we carry blessing
To those we meet
May we be blessed.
And we ended with sending the blessings of the weekend into the wind in bubbles.