High's Lows

Olive Grove is a camp that I just finished working at. For a little over two weeks, each night with my small group we would say what our highs and lows were for the day. So, I thought this would be an appropriate way to share what my highs and lows were from camp.

High: Having Julie as a roomate. Good talk time, kosk time, running time, swim time, debrief time, judging time, confession time, telling each other our hair looks amazing even though it looks like we stepped out from under a bad blow dryer, and getting to take care of her son who wakes us up at all hours of the night.

Low: Driving backwards in the van on the way out there through uber curvey roads.

High: My girls. Both the little babes and the highschool gals. Doing hugs and high fives every night with my little ones was absolutely a joy and then hearing the maturity and honesty in the voices of the highschoolers was fantastic.

Low: Not knowing about bananna bowl sooner in my life. This game will rock your world. Two teams with guys and girls on each team. Guys play soccer rules, girls play ruby rules. Try and score goals. Mucho fun.

High: Watching the staff do skits to explain the rules of camp. Sam getting mad, Simon yelling, "Do you want to play UNO!!!", Kerri and Jon making out, Luther drinking a huge bottle of water...

Low: Freaking out about what i was going to talk about for campfire one night. Little sleep + high estrogen = crying about it.

High: Doing yoga each day in my elective.

Low: changing sheets from my bed wetters

High: Being in Greece.

Low: Saying goodbye to everyone.

Just a Day just an Ordinary Day

Sometimes we experience things that: shake us, fufill us, move us, and teach us in such immense ways. We are so changed by them, we wonder why the world we live in isn't affected as well.

After coming back from Olive Grove the last three weeks this is what I wondered as I looked in my cupboards and found the toothpaste right where I had left it, the bed made its normal way, and the dishes stacked just so. I got up this morning and dusted, put laundry in the washing machine, and ate some cereal. Didn't my home and body remember that I was a new person?

I would have liked to have been so changed that maybe I forgot where a light switch was, or had to think where I keep the extra keys. So, what is the sign that things change. Where do I look when I want to be reminded that, no, i'm not the same any more, ? I guess I look inside myself.

I close my eyes and recall the children, the voices, the games, the discussion, the beach, the quiet, the chaotic, the praises, the tears, the prayers, and then I remember. I am not the same.