Campfire Writing: July 22, 2010 8:30 AM

Sometimes I will write alongside the campers at the campfire. Today was one of those days. I feel compelled to take this writing someplace deeper - which I may do today or I may choose to do over the next several days. Read along here, at the blog, to see what I discover here at this session #WritingCamp.

Please note these are free writing samples - unedited, uncut, fresh off the pencil. They are not meant to be literary masterpieces. :)

When I open my eyes to writing camp, I see pine. I see height and weight and brown and green. I see these trees which long for my touch as much as I long for their shade in the Bakersfield heat. I feel the smile on my face stretch.

I see light, dappled and holy not unlike the light in a cathedral. These pines are my stained glass, tiffany inspired windows.

I come to writing camp today to discover what is next for me. The more I mention camp and just flow with it, the more it grows. This last writing camp with Kat in the home feels freeing and sad, holy and frustrating. I long to walk alongside people on hikes, exploring rocks and nooks and crannies of the wilderness of camp and the wilderness of their souls. I want more of this….