And that means something around here.
Summer camp season is almost complete.
As I have said before, if summers in Virginia always ended when the Wickstrum's suburban pulled out of the driveway, then summers here end when the summer staffers load up their belongings and leave the camp.
What a privilege it has been to be a part of all that is Look Up Lodge - two summers now.
We love this collection of people, travelers, if you will. All of us at different stages in our journeys, but headed for the same ultimate direction - to live forever.
How prophetic really. To live in Travelers Rest.
And everything in our lives has been propelling us to this place. To this square spot on the earth.
To raise these six humans.
To throw open the doors and windows of our very lives and bravely bare our warts and our wounds, our mountain moments, our miseries and our mysteries. To be real and to welcome these summer sojourners into our story as a gift, to be opened and examined and studied and scrutinized.
Rest here, travelers. It isn't always safe. It isn't a luxurious life. But it's yours to share.
My life is my message. - Ghandi