We are enjoying camp, so much so that I can scarcely make time for anything else. It is as all-consuming as I remember it being in my youth, at times leaving me feeling like I have half a brain and even less energy. Even as I am running myself ragged, camp is a splendidly salutary environment that heals my soul and brightens my days. I wouldn't change a thing.
Watching the younger counselors work with the kids, I am reminded of the fortitude it takes to achieve praiseworthy work with children. Their exemplary passion, zeal, humor, and resolute endurance are a shining example of the good work that can be accomplished by human beings when the right conditions are present. Here's a video from camp last week in which the CITs (counselors-in-training) sing a rendition of Woody Guthrie's "This Land is Your Land," with words tailored to our camp and written by a counselor many years ago. Even if you don't get the context of what they are singing, you can't help but smile at the sentiment.