A weekend spent camping with my family and good friends was exactly what the Inner Taskmistress did not order. Which is why I leapt at the chance to defy her, in a season so busy with doing. Nature recharges me fully, and these particular woods and trees have been a favorite gathering spot for years. Seeing my babies play and thrive away from media-hula hooping, stargazing, eating camp bacon with dirty fingers, and drumming the sun down did my heartspace a lot of good.
Breakfast made on a wood fire just tastes better.
Camp coffee, mmmm.
Waking up to the tall, green, Standing People.
Sleepy little camper.
The trees sang with the rainfall and laughed at the sky-cracking thunder.
Yarrow, mamaHealer, was growing all over the place.
A purple sunset.
