Of hippie life and unexpected paths
I'm sitting in a little hippie cafe in a little hippie town
Sipping peanut butter+espresso+chocolate latte
Or something decadent like that.
I've been in the woods
Living outdoors
With no electricity in the camps
And 3 minute showers
Living
Learning
Being
Sharing
Talking
Laughing
Crying
with about 60 other amazing people.
Who are here to...
Teach kids
Learn from kids
Allow kids to tap into their own potential
Have fun with kids
Be a leader
Guide a kid towards being a leader
The kids aren't here yet
They'll be here tomorrow
But already I feel I know them
I've read about them
Those who have been here before talk about them
And I cant wait to see hug them
As they step off the bus
I am
Nervous
Excited
Happy
Worried
Thrilled
Anxious
Scared
Joyous
Grateful
It's amazing how life works
The opportunities that come along when you aren't looking for them
Tis a blessing.
I'll write more when i can.
For now...read up about Morry's Camp.
It's an incredible place.
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Ollie's Wisdom
Yesterday's fortune cookie:
"You will be awarded some great honor".
I look forward to that, Cookie.
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Closing Time
This is my final post from Pine Hall Room 219 (2005 Birchmont Dr NE, Bemidji, MN 56601)
My door is stripped naked. Boxes and bags surround the room. Unwanted notes and junk stuffed into garbage bags. Odds & ends remain to be packed.
My walls are bare ('cept for the bit of paint that Dad accidently ripped out).
It's time to go.
You were fabulous, Pine. Pine-hall people - you were Amazing. I'll miss you all, Arlene especially, Naked Nancy, My-Croquet-Boys, conversations in the kitchen and random-spontaneous hallway 'parties'.
With love,
Your loyal tenant of Pine 219.
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Note to self:
Do.not.give.up.
"Yahweh has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to bind up hearts that are broken, to proclaim liberty to captives" Isaiah:61
I was late for mass, and late to pick up my graduation present from Fr. Chuck. This was the last board that was sitting there. It's perfect.
I needed that message.
Thank You.
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It's just not right.
As I write my paper on Maslow, I feel so terribly denied of my basic, human needs.
Sigh. The irony of it all.
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