It’s 4am, and so still in the courtyard I can write by unflickering candle. A single star is out to mock me – the sky prediction for Stars on the Prairie last night was only 60% cloud cover. Ha! We had 98% cover. Last month the prediction was 95% cover, so I cancelled, and the sky was clear. Guess it’s easier to predict temperature & humidity, which NOAA usually gets spot-on. So I learned my lesson – don’t cancel, and those who show up despite clouds ARE indeed ok with having a night hike!
I’m writing because of an intense desire brought about by a near-irony. I made journaling an important part of the camp I taught/led for the last two weeks. Kids ages 7-12 worked on enhancing & listening to their senses – sights, sounds, smells, and the feel of our surroundings. Not all were interested, but some were enthralled, self-directed, studious observers & artists. They just needed a little encouragement and freedom, and the journals came out unbidden.
Yet my journaling & observation languished! I did every exercise with the kids, but I imagine teaching journaling is like teaching yoga – it’s hard to indulge & immerse yourself when you’re responsible for guiding others. This long weekend of camping may be a perfect journaling retreat for me.
Note: after scanning this page, I scratched through “cirrus” and wrote “stratus”.