a letter i wrote to myself three months ago out in the redwoods at camp grounded! it came in the mail yesterday.

a letter i wrote to myself three months ago out in the redwoods at camp grounded! it came in the mail yesterday.

dear me,

what a WILD ride. so much grace, awkwardness, looooove, and BEING. its hard to imagine all of the ways this experience will affect my life from where i sit now. 

i am grateful for the trees, and the bees, and the buttons that have been pressed so lovingly.

i had a dream a year ago (or more) that one of my titles would be director of play and i have already lived into that. what a miracle to think about.

i am enough... when you open this letter you will be amazed by the ripples of play, vunerageousness, touch, gaze, pachamamma and the magic of intention that was sown at camp this year.

when you are 77 and holding the hand of your beloved remembering you time at camp grounded may you clearly know the thing it ushered in. remember to look into everyone's eyes a little longer than is comfortable, play like a child, put your naked feet on the ground, be yourself, and create with the same intention that you did here.

love, 

Ayesha

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