Today marks the end of another season of summer camps which is always bittersweet. Daily visits to this spot will fade into weekly visits.. and as the seasons change I will find myself missing all the children from summer. I will gaze longingly into these waters waiting for the next opportunity to drench myself in games and laughter and catch the light of the sun upon my skin. I am thankful beyond words for the children who teach me and brighten my life. I am thankful for the way the river shows up day in and day out to teach me and brighten my life. I am thankful for the earth that shows up day in and day out as my greatest teacher. But, for now, I'm looking forward to sleeping in and the rest that comes. Here's to another - THE BEST EVER - summer!



The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.

~ Mark Twain


Mason Mill

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

~ Khalil Gibran 

Day 265

My life is rich in teachers and special spots.

My most joyful days are spent exploring the earth, listening to children, and being fully alive in my body.

I believe if we want to build a world where we take care of our planet we have to fully engage with it - we have to get it in and explore it - we have to become a PART of it and we have to start somewhere - each and every one of us.

Even if we don't do it for ourselves we should do it for the generations who will stand upon our shoulders.

We each have our own way to commune with life.

I sit and listen.

Children play.

Elders teach.

How do you commune?


I spend most of my days with children on the trail.

Children are by far my greatest teachers.

They change and grow right before our eyes and just when I think they aren't observing or paying attention they totally rock my world by remembering or seeing something they can't wait to show me.

Working with children keeps me on my path.

Let's not break them.

Let's keep them alive and happy and thriving. 

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