My heart hurts for all those little girls at camp. I started working at a church camp in 10th grade when I was in college I spent 2 summers working for the YWCA with mostly foster kids who had been abused and for one week got to escape to the mountains where no one knew them and they could reinvent themselves. We counselors knew their stories but unless something happened we never let them know. Some truly awful things had been done to those kids and occasionally things happened but I hope most of them learned from the first safe space some had ever known. Then when that camp closed from lack of funds I spent 6 years at Girl Scout camps and another as the token non-Catholic at a Catholic girls camp. I treasure those memories. We sang those kids to sleep every night, read them stories, acted out skits. I taught a lot of tie dyeing, making Ojo de Dios, crayon stained glass windows and so many candles on 100 degree days I was sick of them. We sang around campfires while hiking, while washing dishes, we sang while star gazing. We made s’mores and foil dinners and hot dogs and so many dough on sticks baked over fires. We had chapel and Scouts Owns and just quiet times under the stars. We back packed and rode horses and I led nature rides. We stood in water falls and went canoeing and swimming.
So I know those campers and counselors are hurting and wondering what they could have done even when their was no hope. And my heart hurts for them.

Yah, it’s been awhile. Still recovering from the TBI and strokes. It’s not easy. I’m now almost 71. Yikes.

Keep being told I don’t look 70 but what does 70 look like anyway? I just look like me.

Mostly I spend my days reading. For the moment my creativity seems to be sleeping. I miss BunniHoTep and the Littlest Druid telling me stories and I hope they come back someday. Still I read 186 book last year and hope to beat that this year.

I can’t drive anymore which really limits my world. This is NOT how I envisioned my retirement.  So reading is my adventuring.  Especially since all my friends are still working. Anyway, it is what it is. I’ll try to be better with updates but mangling your brain can make things difficult.  But it does get better. I know I can think better. I lost a lot of language when I whacked my head and a lot facts and knowledge.  I lost most of my Latin but it comes through at odd moments. I lost all of my Gaelic and Swedish which is annoying as hell. My brain used to collect a lot of odd facts and bits and bobs, not so much anymore so reading helps to fill in the blanks.

So hopefully other stuff will come back but retirement has its good points. I’m not at any fools beck and call. I’m not having to listen to people who I deem willfully stupid. People who tell you they haven’t read a book since high school and are proud of it. Dumbasses. People whose life is wasted on makeup and clothes. Or people who can’t be bothered with the beauty of the world around them. Who can’t look down to see a flower or look up to see a bird. Or bosses who order you around and then change their minds.

So here I am at the moment taking tons of meds but hoping to get better and write again.

thanks for all the good comments I receive. I sometimes forget to even look at them. Since my strokes and seizure and my TBI I forget things I used to be vigilant about doing. And I found out aphasia can affect your writing besides your speech.

I have trouble even remembering to post and I’m trying to poke my creative side into waking up. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.