We're back safely. It seemed really strange not to be going home, but to camp. Now that we're here and unloaded and unpacked, it seems really good to be here. I think the best part of the whole trip was coming back here. For the first time, camp feels like...home.
I've been for a swim with fireflies and two black crowned night herons and huge flock of misquitoes. Someone on the other side of the bay shot off some fireworks. I figured it was in honor of me coming home, but I could be wrong.
Anyway, I feel refreshed. I needed a break from real life for a while. Of course, it's waiting for me, but I feel a bit more able to deal with it.
I wrote for several hours in the backseat today. I'm working on a novel called Jaithe. It started strongly this spring, then kind of locked up. I think it's free flowing again now, which is great. With any luck, the rest of the summer with have more pattern and I can find my balance again. I will rememeber the tides of Fundy and their rythm and find my own.
Thanks for journeying with me these last few days!