BIG SKY ADVENTURE 2017

PRAYER IS NOT ASKING. IT IS A LONGING OF THE SOUL. IT IS DAILY ADMISSION OF ONE’S WEAKNESS. IT IS BETTER IN PRAYER TO HAVE A HEART WITHOUT WORDS THAN WORDS WITHOUT A HEART.” -GANDHI

Meet the Big Sky Kids. The souls that leave an imprint on my heart every coming summer. The faces that you could not for a second mistake or ever forget. The smiles that light your world, and the tears that pull at the core of your heart strings. 

They reshape my life every summer, and this year was no different–even more so now as I’ve had time to decompress, reflect and absorb all that took place in June. It’s selfish, but I take away more from this camp than I feel like I could ever give back to it. I grow in compassion, patience, humility, peace, understanding and most importantly, love. 

Relating to the Gandhi quote, it’s hard to put into words the essence of camp to someone not having experienced it. However, there’s so much heart and soul that is poured into these Big Sky Kids every year–it’s overflowing. 

I’ll let a handful of images convey some of the beauty that unfolds here in Montana.

There’s a tree in Montana that is growing for me.

For you.

For all of us.


LOST IN ICELAND

The ocean carries a conversation with the sky

Truth be told it’s filled with the purest of lies

Instilled inside me, the fear of the unknown

Obvious beauty surrounds me, but I’m overly aware I’m alone. 


My identity rests within the landscape

My soul along the sea

Within me I carry the power to choose

What sets me free, and who I want to be 


Every season has it’s purpose

But the sun still rises all year

In the winter the days grow shorter

As the darkness grows, so does your fear


Don’t lose yourself trying to find yourself

Present it where you belong

Time will carry your story

You are who you were all along


In my solitude I surrender

For my destiny is not my own

My freedom I value deeply

But lack control alongside the unknown


My heart is like a kaleidoscope 

Perhaps today I’m a shade of blue

But a thousand colors I may carry

Who I am is who you knew


A foreigner I stand–wounded and far from home

Longing for a companion, but also to be alone

Can’t have both worlds, can’t have all the glory

But it’s my life, my adventure, my tale, my story. 



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