Each morning last week I walked my 3 munchkins out of a quaint rental cabin, down a hilly gravel road, knowing exactly where they were going . . . but not totally sure where I was going after our kissy good-byes.
After breakfast each day, we trekked to an outdoor gathering area tucked behind horse fields at Serenbe, a farmland retreat just south of Atlanta. We would arrive at Camp Serenbe daily with shoes covered in morning dew and cut country grass, eyes still bleary from the long day before. Toting their backpacks, my 3 met up with other freckled-face kids under a large shaded pavilion alongside a still pond with colorful canoes lined up at its bank.
The camp’s activities were centered on nature and fun and gave them permission to be exactly who they were: moppy-headed youngsters eager to spend the day outside, amongst farm animals and within their own hearts. It was a beautiful thing.
These days at camp also gave me with a beautiful thing: five days to do and be exactly who I was – full of my own wild wonder. I set a goal to look inward and seek outward, no matter what. This meant taking time to investigate the crunchy trails meandering between the pines on the property and challenging my own spirit to travel to new places of soulful openness.
I had no idea what I was soon to discover. Read more