Hello, Fellow Travelers!
Today’s post is going out much later than is my habit due to some unforeseen circumstances explained more fully below. Last night’s experiences gave me an opportunity to consider afresh my relationship with my work. Come along if you like.
a late night rescue through coastal range switchbacks veiled in fog and rain
Make Your Life a Work of Art
Yesterday morning, I dropped my 16-year-old off at the muster point for their week-long stint as a counselor for Outdoor School. They were going to be in charge of a group of sixth graders, guiding them through the week.
It would be dishonest to say that I wasn’t nervous. I had some worries about the casual way the non-profit in charge of everything was organized and disbursed information. But my child was passionate about the venture and was excited to test themselves.
In the evening they called me in the midst of a mental health crisis asking me to pick them up.
I left immediately.
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