(not so) lonely island
Camp is over. I’ve been decompressing for a few hours. It’s tough to do when I’m not at home. It feels like there’s a summer storm raging inside me. You know, the good ones? Loud and chaotic and messy with a bit of badness but mostly good. Mostly rebirth. Loudness and new growth. Not a fresh start, but a fortified path.
I still need to sort it out. There was so much crap, so much that went wrong. But things got better and washed away what hurt. Now i’m left with something else. Something good. Stuff that’s scary. New. Different. Better. Terrifying. Electric.
A grounding force keeping me connected to the spirits and the earth.
To the people I’m connected with by the simple thread of our identities. Pumping hearts. Same in our difference.
I don’t know how I feel. I feel so much.
I still need to sort it out. There was so much crap, so much that went wrong. But things got better and washed away what hurt. Now i’m left with something else. Something good. Stuff that’s scary. New. Different. Better. Terrifying. Electric.
A grounding force keeping me connected to the spirits and the earth.
To the people I’m connected with by the simple thread of our identities. Pumping hearts. Same in our difference.
I don’t know how I feel. I feel so much.