Poem.

Yesterday was such a perfect day it should have been a poem. I could translate it into poetry here on this blog, but I am not a poet and I fear I would not do the day justice. I have no pictures of the day, only special memories I have put away to pull out again later when I am aching for camp again once I get back up to Denver.

There are very few people that can understand my affinity for this place, even I struggle with understanding why it has such a calming effect on me. Grace Adventures in all it's glory filled with simple cabins, huge billowy trees, thousands of stars, people everywhere, big barns filled with hay and tools, horses neighing, and familiar faces.

My special memories:

falling asleep to the sound of crickets and the wind.
waking up to sun shining and a peaceful morning beckoning me to come join it.
recalling all of the horses names as I browse the herd, petting and talking to each one.
staring up at the stars and counting the shooting stars, reminiscing of the summer past.
saddling up in anticipation of the ride.
listening to the horses frisk around on the island, the pounding of their hooves like thunder.
familiar blue herons soaring through the sky.
cantering through the woods, feeling my spirit release and smiling from the inside out.
sitting in kayaks, just floating on the water peacefully in silence with a good friend.
clapping games with Caitlin.
Cale's sweet hugs.
sharing life stories and memories and hearing about the future and the changes.
holding new babies. learning of new ones to come.
hugs good-bye, perfect day.

(is that a poem?)