There is really no way that I could convey the emotional residue from a week at camp... I don't have the vocabulary for it.
I feel so very drained and yet so very elated.

Camp to me is the highly intellectual conversations that Matt and I had on the way down and on the way back; juxtaposed with singing "I Want it That Way" with him.

It is that simple quarter-mile walk that Bria and I took every day; that I looked forward to every day, to and from the cabins.

It is being lost for words when Bryant and Katie interrupted my skit.

Camp is having fourteen seventh-grade girls sitting around and letting out sad stories they know of people who have commited suicide.

It is sitting around the Affirmation Circle and listening to just how penetrating and accurate some of the campers' comments are about their peers... about me.

Camp is having not only 65 friends around me for an entire week, but even more powerful.... having my two best friends around, for every second of every minute of every hour in every day. I am almost lonely knowing that the two of them are more than 100 yards distant. Camp is something that I will look forward to for the rest of the year... because I will rarely feel that alive or that close to perfection.

Amen