This time around it's quite the ways up that I'm going. Me and the rest of the team of us girls are heading to Mishkeegogamang First Nation to run day camp for kids in the community for three weeks. At camp we run crafts, games, sports, music, baking, swimming and (my favourite!) story-telling.
The drive from the Toronto area to Mish according to google maps takes about 26 hours. Though we are not going to be doing it all in one go - it will take us a few days to get there. This is one of those trips where the joy is in the journey as well as the destination. We get to drive through a stunning landscape of unspoilt lakes, rocks and trees.
I consider being at camp all day a ginormous privilege. It is an amazing opportunity to just have fun with the kids, learn with them, learn from them, love them. Last year we planted seeds on the first day and watched them grow. It was at camp last year, that I first started thinking about the significance of planting seeds and of seedlings. It is exciting to imagine what will grow from the seeds that are planted in the times that we spend with the kids. It is also interesting for me to consider what has grown in my life over the last year. Have the seeds planted sprouted? Am I tending to the seedlings?
