Thought Knot

My mind has been a jumble lately.  Imagine that each thought in my head is a different colored string.  All the strings at one point were wrapped up neatly - I'm sure of it.  However, they have somehow tumbled together to make a massive knot of a mess.  Green thoughts of growth wrap around orange strings of fear, which tightens around blue strings of hope that refuses to be choked out, yellow strings of encouragement find their way into the mess somehow, excitement finds itself manifesting in a bright, bold pink, and all the while a pure white strand of faith makes it's way into the mess that is my thought-knot.  What do I do with this mess?  It feels like it has gotten to the point that I am unable to even discern where the end of each strand begins or ends.  

It is the last week of traditional youth camp here at Mt. Cross.  After this week there are two weeks of specialized programming (for the San Jose Youth Symphony and an organization called Help One Child) and then the summer is officially over.  It's ridiculous!  Last week I was lucky enough to get to have my friend Seth visit - SO GOOD FOR MY SOUL!  We worked at camp a little (a little office work here, some ropes course there, it was awesome) and then got to spend most of Saturday in Santa Cruz on the beach and the cliffs, eating yummy Santa Cruz food and ice cream, soakin' up the sunset over the ocean, and chattin' it up.  It was just what I needed.  I needed something good to boost me up for the next few weeks.  Summer staff are beginning to leave, Mt. Cross is in a place of transition (which is a train I will not be boarding), and my life in Bellingham is going to still be wonderful, but different than what I have known it to be.  I needed something, to remind me that it's all going to be OK - that it's a great adventure and there are things that will soon be beginning to look forward to.  It makes the endings bearable I think.

Now it's time to head back out into the sunshine, out of the dark office, and walk alongside the campers and staff here.  Time with them is fleeting and precious.