Saturday, December 8, 2012

Overnight


1st Row: Anjay, Lauren, Teage,
2nd Row: Sam, Fish, Cody, Magnus, Austin, Frannie, Sam, Leo
3rd Row: Miles, Gavin, Luke, Matt, Beaven, Seth[/caption]

As Winter Solstice approaches, the sun is setting earlier, nearing its shortest day, and the last remnants of Autumn are shaking down from the trees. At our overnight, we sat on the shoreline at Little Eagle Bay, looking west as the sun dipped below the Adirondacks. The surface of the lake was smooth and quiet, the scattered kids gazing openly and lovingly out over the water was such a peaceful and serene moment. And looking at this community that has grown so much in the past 3 years, I felt so grateful for all of the wonderful work of the other mentors, Lauren, Chris, Jed, Sam, and Monique, and others who have helped this program grow.



I gave thanks

...to the great cliffs jutting up dramatically from the lake and to the smooth rocks made flat and smooth with time lining the shore, waiting to be skipped.

...to the water for its gentle percussion rocking softly against the outcroppings, for warming the air ever so slightly, for guiding the winds off the lake, and for quenching our thirst.
...to the trees, the cedar roots struggling to gain purchase on the crumbling shale, for feeding our fire, for sweetening our tea, and sheltering us from the rain.
...to the pair of mallards that swam out from the shore and watched us patiently while we celebrated the sunset, and the ravens circling overhead.
...to those who had come before, who had tended this land, made it beautiful, protected it from development, and were generous enough to let us use it today.
...to the first stars just then opening their eyes to the coming night sky, to the moon who would rise in a few hours, the sun who had warmed the rocks, and the sky for holding it all.

...and to the parents who might have been just as nervous about the overnight as the kids!


The following poem was written by Luke, inspired by his time at Crow's Path. It was recently published in the Burlington Free Press. So until February, let us enjoy Winter's Song!

Winter's Song
The Winter’s Song is long and thoughtful. The wind blows hard. The wind is the melody of the Winter’s Song. The wind is cold; it swirls like a spiral in a paper birch forest. It sounds like a soft swirling ocean with a sad tone.

The white snow falls into a stream. The snow is the beat of the Winter’s Song. It sounds slow and constant. Some flakes are big. Some are small. They will never, ever look the same even if they sound the same.The cold stream whirls, over and over again. It is the chorus of the Winter’s Song.

At the shallowest parts, the sounds are fast and strong. At the stream’s deepest part, it is quiet and will stay quiet. With the wind as the melody, the snow as the beat, and the stream as the chorus, the Winter’s Song comes alive.

And with that, we look forward to seeing you in the spring. (Spring registrations forms are available on our website).

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