After being camping (using a sleeping bag), you appreciate
little things you take for granted, such as mixing your own cereal after a
three-star weekend that provided your meals, lodging and amenities such as a
spectacular mountain view.
I spent a weekend at Camp Jackson, Colorado with a group of
strangers who became my friends. Confidentiality aside we were a motley crew
and mix of diverse backgrounds but mostly poor, all veterans, some homeless,
(some choose to be).
Back in reality after a supernatural experience that taught
us all many things. Back to my awesome mountain view, watching a storm come in,
I feel bless to have been part of something that became much bigger than me.
My heart ached and opened this weekend. My self-doubt
somehow wiped away. The course, “The Four Agreements” is simple, but complex –
and a tool for living life to its fullest as a happy person. What a concept!
I’m glad to be home. It’s bittersweet. I am lonely, but
happy I met new friends. I no longer smell like it, but I wish I had a fire pit
outdoors with cool breezes and sparks flying and a water dragon appearing after
a long story in fellowship.
It was hard climbing the mountains to get to your cabin, or
hiking along a ridge that showed the Coloradoan splendor below. The schedule
was not too structured and when we were participating in the program that
included tips on different sorts of meditation, we were getting to know each
other.
The people I met may become my life-long friends, and we all
are blessed to have been part of the weekend getaway. It’s over, but I wish it
weren’t.
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