Summer Camp 1997
Allow me to come into the parlor of my 
and paint
a picture of your Soul to hang within my .
Sit very still my new found friend. Focus on my magic imaginary
universal paint pot.
Ahhh, yes... yes the colors are just perfect as our candles fade--
the dawn colors and highlights your gentle curves.
I Bless you with the Highest Intent of Honor.
Know that you are special.
Know that you are in my space now and forever.
We have touched deeply... we have flown to new heights.
We have explored our Adventure right on the edge of vulnerability.
Hand in Hand we walked + talked.
to and Soul space to Soul space.
We are wiser now because we let down the toll-gate of fear and replaced it with
new found trust.
As I finish this portrait of who you are... turn just a tad-bit and look
deep into my eyes. Send me your message of healing... recognize yourself
one more time in the mirror of your soul.
Now we know, dear one, eyes are the mirror to the Soul.
Also, they are the mirror of the soul.
As the paint begins to dry our new dawn is upon us...
Awake Dear Gentle Campers for we must travel back to our Homes.
We shall leave a fragment here and there among these
Sacred Camp Grounds. Our laughter shall ring softly through the trees.
Our memory of new flavors and scents will linger like a fine wine.
Home is where the is... these past days and nights our
camp has been very much our home.
Many of us will be homesick for camp.... However I did not encounter
anyone who was homesick for Home.