It’s the last full day of Camp G and G. It’s been a fun-filled couple of weeks with bowling, theatre intensive, scavenger hunts, star gazing, ice cream, games, mini golf, and so much more. We’ll squeeze as much deliciousness as we can out of this last day (did someone say roll kuchen?).
Makiya and I will take a road trip tomorrow to take her back home, then I’ll get back to my regular gig tapping our words and living my ordinary-made-extraordinary days.
I’m buying a new notebook today to commemorate the transition. Ideas are whirling around in my mind. This season, like none other in recent years, feels like a return. Not to school, but to where I left off with my manuscript, to new ideas that are tumbling around in my mind, and to solitude and silence practices that haven’t been what they usually are in these weeks.
For so many years I went kicking and screaming into autumn. It’s a joy to walk comfortably and expectantly into September with a sense of settling in and looking forward at the same time.
Summer, you’ve been grand and I’ll carry your memories with me into a new season.