It is the last day of Philosophy Camp out here on the plains of Southern Minnesota. We spent the last four weeks building intentional community and learning about 'lives worth living.' I started out needing to learn how to be.
My goals have changed and now I realize my life is about living in and building community (see Blog on Philosophy Camp website). I have grown socially, mentally, and spirtually. We have had an incredible time. Mary's all to intimate details, Birna's strong direction, Peter (nuff said).
Walking on our own paths we saw our beaten and beating trails converge. For one brief day we grew from a lone drifter to a small crowd each walking parallel down the same trail. We shared laughs, the nights and praire grass will forever murmur with our laughter. We told stories of terrifying joy and bone soaking sadness, and of other things. It was brilliant living. And now as the day's night turns to morning we one by one, ducking under low branches, take our own path back into the wood. Disappearing after hugs and warm good byes, but going nonetheless. Morning is coming and soon this road will be empty again. Me and the dust; open for new traveling companions.
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I'm still really bummed that you're not here. Minnesota is lonely. I knew you were gone when I went to lunch at Old Country Buffett and they removed the speed bumps from the buffet line. The OCB misses you too. The Burnsville store just declared bankruptcy.
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