Home
After landing at home from another world, I have this unmistakable urge to try and hold on to the "camp-ness" that I experienced in the last couple of days. The fear that hanging out in my apartment and returning to my old familliar places and habits might accidentally taint me or negate the work that was starting to happen over the last few days.
And the thing is, I was only there for 3 days, yet somehow I have still let myself be overcome with the intense desire to be a better person. And not just in the vague non-commital sense of the word, but in an actual targeted and purposeful way. Speaking with my car mate on the way home, I felt like I was able to put into words a snippet of what Centauri does to us...and in short it cuts you open and leaves you exposed to the entire world. But the difference is, when it happens at Centauri, you are supported and still loved after your shit is layed out for everyone to see. And they see you. They see the real you and they love you anyway.
Maybe leaving after 3 days gives you the taste of the experience without getting too wrapped up in the nitty gritty, which can often pull you away from the reality of the magic that is going on. This magic that is not happening in the fields or the parade square or the dorms, but inside all of us. The magic is realizing that we each can just let the best parts of us shine and in a devoted and loving community, work on the less than good stuff.
This place is home and this place feels really really good.
And the thing is, I was only there for 3 days, yet somehow I have still let myself be overcome with the intense desire to be a better person. And not just in the vague non-commital sense of the word, but in an actual targeted and purposeful way. Speaking with my car mate on the way home, I felt like I was able to put into words a snippet of what Centauri does to us...and in short it cuts you open and leaves you exposed to the entire world. But the difference is, when it happens at Centauri, you are supported and still loved after your shit is layed out for everyone to see. And they see you. They see the real you and they love you anyway.
Maybe leaving after 3 days gives you the taste of the experience without getting too wrapped up in the nitty gritty, which can often pull you away from the reality of the magic that is going on. This magic that is not happening in the fields or the parade square or the dorms, but inside all of us. The magic is realizing that we each can just let the best parts of us shine and in a devoted and loving community, work on the less than good stuff.
This place is home and this place feels really really good.