A False Sense of Security

Letters home

I subtly boast

Chinook comfort

My sympathy

Passed on

To Shut-ins

Raking lawns

Wearing T-shirts

My soon-to-be

Relief vacation

California

Not so important

20 degrees

No Not June

March 6

Desire to

Put shovels away

No need

Vaporized rink

I feel like

A tree

Budding prematurely

Extended Chinook

Out-of-season thaw

Now

I know

Jack Frost's

Mischevious

Twinkling Eyes

Tonight

It snows

Was I able to roll with the punches?

Was I going to be bitter about the joke Jack had played on me?

Could I adapt?

Many of the campers I work with have had a bit of a dirty joke played on them. Their nice beautiful, comfortable life has been changed by a car accident, a virus, an overdose. Are they able to roll with the punches?

Some have - they are special people who give joy to people, such as I, and have adapted to find new horizons. Others have made a choice and decide to remain bitter and have a life of sulking - focusing on the snow on the ground rather than the breaking of the clouds above them. They focus on their disabilities rather than the abilities.

Others are in-between.

Hopefully, Camp Horizon makes them all roll better, search further, dig deeper.

Perhaps you think camping always does wonderful, fulfilling things for me as I see advancements, analogies in nature to my work, etc. Most of the time it's wonderful being the program director of Camp Horizon.

However ..............