Meet NC’s 23rd of 40 Alumnae: Kyle Hollingsworth

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors, parents and students over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment –many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren — all continuing to work in the service of others.

Kyle Hollingsworth, who now lives in Boulder Colorado, was a part of Nature Camps from 1975 (when it was Don Webb Nature Camps) through 1989.  You may recognize his name from The String Cheese Incident band. Kyle is also part of the Kyle Hollingsworth Band.


Kyle shares his story….

It’s been many years since I have played in the woods of Baltimore County, and a long time since I have been in the family of Nature Camps.

I have now started my own family and begun my own traditions,
yet in those early adolescent years when I first found Don’s camp, I felt I had become part of a larger whole, part of the curve to a big circle.

It was through Nature Camps or (DWNC as I knew it) that I began to grow more confident as a young man. Starting as a Camper then CIT then JC and finally Counselor I gained self esteem and self awareness — meanwhile having fun making friends and connections that were deep and meaningful. I truly believe this experience helped me to become a better person.

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Don always put me in challenging and growing positions. From leading a troop of young children and scared parents through the pitch black night to a distant campfire (no flashlights!) or putting the most difficult/challenging child in my group, he made sure I was pushed to my best.

I have so many fond memories of my time there. Everything was such a blast, well perhaps eating rice from a leaf bowl with sticks for Friday lunch not so much, but for the most part I had a great 15+ years there.


Thanks Don for helping make me be who I have become and thanks to all the camp family over the years.

Meet NC’s 22nd of 40 Alumnae: Ian Leinwand

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors, parents and students over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment –many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren — all continuing to work in the service of others.

Ian Leinwand spent 1985 to 1991 as a Camper, 1992 to 1994 as an Explorer and served as a Counselor through 1998.  Today, he is a Landscape Ecologist and GIS Analyst as well as Co-Owner of The Gearage Outdoor Sports. Ian lives in Fort Collins, Colorado.

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In Ian’s Words: It’s hard to put into words the immense impact Nature Camps has had on my life. To me, camp is more than a place. It’s a community, a philosophy, and a life time of memories. Memories that are more than memories.

I can smell the damp earth, feel the cool water, hear the songs of joy, and see bustling excitement of campers on their way to morning activities.

Nature Camp taught me the following:
Seek a lifetime of adventure and experience.
Be confident in my abilities as a leader.
Understand how to work within a group.
Have compassion for nature and people.
Value community, fresh air, clean water.
And of course the fun of getting dirty.

As a Camper I excelled at getting dirty — stream walks, all day hikes to the Gunpowder River, canoeing, leprechaun house building, and capture the flag were my favorite activities.

My time as an Explorer eased the awkward adolescent years by surrounding me with a community of all ages and an environment where was I was free from expectations and judgment.

My love of camping and backpacking stems from my first backpacking trip with Nature Camps on the Appalachian Trail.

Growing up at camp gave me a sense of ownership and responsibility that naturally lead to being a Counselor. Being a Nature Camp Counselor is probably the best job I will ever have!

I will forever cherish my Nature Camp experiences and my lifelong friendships.

I hope it is a wonderful spring and summer camp season. You created a place, community, and a philosophy that represents all that is good in the world. The legacy of Nature Camps is infinite.

much love,

Meet NC’s 21st of 40 Alumnae: Polly Webb

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors and parents over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment  — many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren —  all continuing to work in the service of others.  

Meet Polly Webb (Don’s daughter). She spent from 1974 to 1991 at Nature Camps, starting back int he Don Webb Nature Camps days. She is a a Certified Veterinary Technician at Colorado State University Teaching Hospital and lives in Fort Collins, Colorado.

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In Polly’s Words: The memories of Nature Camp are infinite. I was lucky enough to be born the year Nature Camps started. I grew up at camp as it evolved and thrived. Nothing compares to that time for me.

There are moments I smell something that takes me back to that time — rope swings, sweaty horses and grass, chlorine scented hair, skunk cabbage, wet shoes, wet dog, and sweet musty woods and pine.

I felt princess-like in the woods, feeling like they were my woods for I knew them inside and out, in light or dark. Choosing every day what activity to do as it spoke to me was wonderfully liberating.

I remember meeting a former staff member years later that recalled me as a young girl, always climbing a tree or playing in mud and streams. It makes me remember such times fondly, as I think how wonderful it was to be so lost in what I was doing and creating. I had my independence early on and that has always stayed with me. I cherish that immensely.

At camp I was fascinated by critters and creatures as they were all around, big or small. Turning rocks over had the same feeling as opening a Christmas present — the anticipation of what could be or what was there was exciting and intriguing. To my delight I was never disappointed, learning or seeing something new with each rock, with each day.

My love affair with horses began early on. My initial fear and sense of wonder, turned to respect and love, as I was challenged how to communicate and even relate to these amazing creatures. I took riding lessons, eventually teaching riding. I became part of a separate riding school (Day Spring), where I flourished in proper riding and genuine care of horses. It lead me to Colorado, to work on a ranch leading trail rides into Rocky Mountain National Park. I became involved with the Equestrian Team at college.

Years later I pursued a degree in Equine Sports Massage Therapy as well a Veterinary Technician degree. I started Hands for Horses, providing massage therapy to horses. I love the work as I get to be outside with my favorite smells. I am fueled by the Colorado sunshine and my equine companions.

As I recall the words to the Circle Song, I think to myself things do have a way of circling back on themselves. And I am forever touched.

Meet NC’s 20th of 40 Alumnae: Shayna Tovah

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors and parents over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment  — many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren —  all continuing to work in the service of others.  

Meet Shayna Tovah, aka Jane DeArmon during her Nature Camps’ years as a counselor from 1978 to 1982.  Back then, camp was called Don Webb Nature Camps (DWNC). As you’ll learn, DWNC as a “family affair” for Shayna, her husband and three children.  Today she lives in Sedona, Arizona.

Shayna Colllage

Education:  Masters: Ecopsychology/Education
Prescott College
Partial Doctorate-Philosophy
California Institute of Integral Studies

In Shayna’s Words:  DWNC was a family affair for the DeArmon family. There was myself, my sons Adam and Eric, their Dad De, and baby Max.

As a counselor, I chose to share with the campers my favorite activities. They included hiking until we were ‘lost’ looking for berries and making berry pies in the pit oven in the woods. We dug that deep hole originally to fire the pottery we made from the clay that campers and I dug from the riverbed.

Blindfold exploration was another favorite activity, I still laugh today about how I would take the C.I.Ts over to the compost pile for them to try to figure out where they were by listening tasting, smelling, and feeling without using their sight. Chipati (unleavened flatbread from India)baking over an open fire was another one of my favorite activities to share with campers.

Of course, morning and afternoon circle was awesome, singing and hearing Don read from Opal. Opal was our Nature version of Yoda. Everyone experiences Joy Feels at DWNC!

Overnights were a favorite for our family. Nighttime trail walks to the camp area without flashlights and encouraging the campers to rely on their senses was a real trip and very rewarding for all.

Moreover, it never failed –– 7-year-old Adam would wake before the sun would rise and utilize the lasting ember from the bonfire the night before and have a full-blown fire ready for the morning breakfast crew to cook up our meal to begin the day!

Family overnight evenings were filled with Nature plays put on by Adam, Eric, Kyle Hollingsworth, and some of the other CITs of the time.

In the darkest of nights, there would be woods fairies, gnomes, and unseeable beings flitting through the trees and shrubs dancing to the sound of De’s guitar and my thumb piano.

We built a “play pen” for baby Max in 1982 so he could sleep safely in the woods without being able to wonder off during the night!

There are so many memorable moments of DWNC for my family and myself; however, one that seems to be the most precious for me was to be anticipating the birth of our son Max at the end of the summer season.

The excitement of campers and other counselors as the possibility of him being born in the field in front of the bunkhouse was incredible. He was born 3 weeks after camp ended so that did not happen, but the following year he came back as a 10 month old and joined us. He learned to walk at that time –– barefooted –– following everyone on the trails. Max is best remembered as the baby who was covered with mango.

DWNC was, and still is, an integral part of each of our lives. I used those experiences and the activities I learned from Don years later in my graduate dissertation and created an academic learning approach (Ecopsychological Learning Approach) that contains some of the activities we did so long ago.

All of my children, and now grandchildren, continue to this day sharing their DWNC experiences in their work and play.

I am very grateful for the time we all had and to Don and many others who made our summers the blessings that they were and still are!


Meet NC’s 19th of 40 Alumnae: Jennifer Koch Finney

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors and parents over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment  — many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren —  all continuing to work in the service of others  

Jennifer Koch Finney started at Don Webb Nature Camps in 1978 as a Camper and wore multiple hats over her more than 15 years at camp, including Co-Director in 1995.

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Current Hometown:  Boulder, Colorado
Education:  Naropa University Graduate School
Masters in Art Therapy

In Jennifer’s Words:  I feel a great deal of gratitude as I recall and reflect on the wonderment that infused my childhood summers. Even though 17 years have passed since I last ‘attended’ Nature Camp as the Co-Director, my mind often turns to the many memories from my summers spent there, which spanned the majority of my formative years from ages 5 to 22.

Don, a teacher in the truest sense, was the first person to teach me that happiness lies in living simply. With not much more than a sleeping bag, a change of dry clothes,nutritious food, and a handful of good friends, I had the time of my life each and every summer I spent at camp. Again, and again, and again.

My favorite camp memories include joyous and spirited singing in “Big Circle” each morning and afternoon; berry picking and making jam, water battles in pouring down warm summer rains, all day all camp hikes to Beaver Dam (at Nature Camp’s original location) and the Gunpowder River, epic “Capture the Flag” game s, making candles, basket weaving, group problem solving activities, stream walking, pool games, making leprechaun houses, horseback riding, canoeing, tug of war, traversing the ropes course, food preparation, singing by the campfire, late night talks with friends, sleeping under the stars, cooking many meals over the fire, building dams, wood carving, making & drawing in journals with hand-crafted walnut ink, making sassafras tea and pillows, tie dying, weaving on a large communal loom made of sticks, and making clay figures & a pit kiln.

During my summers at camp, I played with complete abandon, discovering salamanders, mucking in the mud, and splashing around in the streams in the woods surrounding camp.

I discovered an intuitive sense of direction, developed endurance, and a sense of adventure by hiking frequently, ever delightfully surprised by what we happened upon…whether that be a good solid walking stick, an intricately spun spider’s web, a funky tree hollow, a swampy marsh, a captivating small waterfall, or a thicket of raspberries just ripe enough for picking & eating off the vine. And, then there was the exhilarating feeling of swinging up high enough to touch the tree branches — oh, the awesome tree swings — to know what it feels like to fly!

There were activities that I went into tentatively, like night walks (without a flashlight) and trust falls, but I always learned something incredibly important about myself and my fellow campers/counselors — that we were mightily capable of tapping into our lesser explored senses and strengths.

Equally as important, these activities nurtured feelings of interpersonal trust and camaraderie. At camp, I learned what it meant to be resilient by pushing past personal limitations and conquering fears. I discovered my own competence and burgeoning sense of independence.

With gentle urging, Don was the first person to teach me the value in stretching beyond what is comfortable, to look outside the confines of complacent thinking and seek a deeper understanding of myself in relation to others, to the Earth, and to recognize the interconnectedness of all living things.

Don’s teachings, as well as simply being at Nature Camp, a wooded sanctuary, instilled within me a deep respect for the ecosystems upon which all life is sustained and dependent.

This respect translated into a deep knowing that I, that we, each have a responsibility to act as environmental stewards, to care for our Earth as though she is indeed our Mother.

The impact of camp in my life has been far reaching. Often, sometimes several times each day, I see the interconnectedness and interweaving of its and Don’s influence. I see it in choosing to eat organic, locally produced whole foods; in choosing green energy and natural materials for our home; in creating and using organic, unrefined body products; and, in finding resonance with Waldorf education for my own children’s schooling.

The impact extends to finding Spirit whenever I look out or step outside. I experience Spirit when I see flora and fauna; I smell it, breathe it and feel it on the wind, and I know it when I get down on my knees to dig in the earth, with the rich sensation of soil squishing between my toes. I know that by going out in nature, I will find calm, balance, and serenity.

Those years at DWNC-NC formed the basis of my spiritual philosophy, to approach my relationships with all living things with purity of intention and mindful presence.

My heart weeps when I witness land being clear-cut or a large tree being taken down. Have we not learned that we, as a global community, lose vital life force when we behave in these reckless ways? It is up to those of us who have been taught about and have clarity around this fundamental relationship with nature to carry on the message:

~to help others develop a love of,
~to witness and experience the inherent beauty and healing qualities of,
~to cultivate sustainable practices in support of, and
~to leave a much lighter footprint upon the land, and especially upon
wild places.

Currently, I live too far away to take my own children to Nature Camp during the summer months, but as I am able I hope to recreate something similar in their own childhoods — and at the very least to pass on a genuine reverence and love for the environment — to know the awe and wonder of communing with nature.

Thank you, Don, for the many ways in which you’ve taught me ~and the many~ of our one-ness with each other and with nature. I am forever grateful.


Meet NC’s 18th of 40 Alumnae: Rachael Tanner

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors and parents over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment  — many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren —  all continuing to work in the service of others.

Rachael Tanner, who continues to call Baltimore home, is a poet, artist, yogini, therapist, with a Masters of Divinity and Masters of Social Work. She recently received her LCSW-C, and is looking toward working on a PhD in English.  She started at Don Webb Nature Camps in 1984 as a camper and later worked as a Counselor followed by Co-Director.  While these days she visits camp, she lists her end date at Nature Camps as “infinity years.”

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Take a Flower in Your Hand

When you take a flower
in your hand and really look at it,
it’s your world for the moment.
I want to give that world
to someone else-
~Geogia O’Keefe

There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of
the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,
~Walt Whitman (From ‘Song of MySelf’)

When I was young, or at least much younger than I am now, a phoebe-bird made her nest on the porch of the lodge. I watched her through the early summer, tend her nest, sitting quietly above the heads of humans busy with their own tending of little ones. Sometimes she would sit on a branch above the carving table and sweetly chirp her name. “Fee-Be, Fee-Be”, and it would sound just like a person saying Phoebe, which is how we learned to call her the Phoebe-bird.

One day in June, two of the three babies flew across the stream to the birch tree that used to grow there. But the last little one looked warily out of the nest, uncertain about this whole flying thing. Phoebe, his mother, sat on the lowest branch of the birch and called to him.

After some time and much trepidation, he leaped from the nest and zigzag flew and met her on the branch where she sat. Without any pause, she was up to the next branch and calling him again. And again he peered up at her as if to say, “You want me to do what?!?”. But in less time than it took him to get up the courage to go from the nest, he zipped up to the next branch. And up and up, from branch to branch until she got him up to her other two babies, and then, all three of them flew off behind her into the forest.

So often I find these memories from my early childhood circling around in my mind, memories from quiet times spent outside, at Nature Camps. And I know for many of you too, these memories, whether from the Monkton woods, or from other moments spent outside, touch the mind and heart, in ways that are often hard to put into words.

One way we have of knowing ourselves is through our memories that come up quietly again and again to us, like strands of water floating to the surface of a river. What truly touches us, and the things that in quiet moments we harken to and reflect on, shows us who we truly are, what we believe in and what we are meant for in this world. In our memories and in our stories, we find the virtues that inspire us, and the values that guide our life.

For me, many of those moments were at Nature Camp. I have enduring memories of delight and wonder in the woods, and what seems even more lovely to me now is that these were shared with friends and loved ones. And of course the occasional unexpected rendevouz with my prankster brother, as he would quietly bush-stalk me for hours, under-covered in mud-paint, in order to launch a full scale mud-attack!

And these treasure-pocketed memories, and all this great adventuring I was doing as a child, helped me to learn what values were going to be important to me as an adult person.

The greatest gift I received at Camp was the ability to know my own being in the midst of a sometimes confusing world, and to live that life with courage. And I find, as Maya Angelou says, that it is true that “Without Courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency.”

For me, once you begin see this beautiful life that you hold, the life that is your own, and really pay attention to it and care for it, it makes you want to give that same gift to others, the gift of holding their own life with just as much awe, respect and wonder.

There are so, so many ways that we can live our lives with truth and courage, and we all have different paths. I am always so touched by the parents who chose to make Nature Camps a part of their children’s lives, because as an adult, I know that for me, having Nature Camps as a part of me, has helped to illumine my own journey in life; it has helped me to stay close to the things that really matter.

Joseph Campbell says, “You enter the forest at the darkest point, where there is no path. Where there’s a way or path, it is someone else’s path; each being is a unique phenomenon.” The gift of an illumined path makes my heart very glad and grateful, and it makes me want to share that with others in all the ways that I have learned I can give that gift to others: with my own small life, my own two hands, and a lot of love and compassion.

Nature Camps is a home to me and even when I am far away, I always feel close in my memories. So often I find myself there, and know that those memories remind me of the many things I learned at Nature Camps.

I am brought closer to living from that calm, still, gentle place in the heart. This is for me a sense of place, knowing the loving-kindness of the woods and the mountains, giving space for one’s own adventures and the adventures of others, sharing those adventures and sharing our experiences together through talking and listening, through writing and art and play, and the ability to reflect on our experiences and to build new paths towards wholeness. And mostly to bring a sense of joy and wonder to this place, this earth, to bless those we know with peace, and a sense of their innate value as people, and to protect the vulnerable, whether they be people or animals or trees!

These are the kinds of ways of being that Nature Camps helps children and families to find in themselves. And my life has been so much richer for being a part of creating this experience for children year after year, watching so many grow into beautiful, kind and creative young adults. With so much gratitude, til my cup is filled to overflowing,


Meet NC’s 17th of 40 Alumnae: Amanda Brown

In celebration of the 40th anniversary of Nature Camps, we’re introducing 40 alumnae, counselors and parents over the next several months.

These alumnae are dispersed around the globe, are passionate about their life’s work and the environment  — many raising families and delighting in watching grandchildren —  all continuing to work in the service of others.

Meet Amanda Brown, RN, BSN, MPH, a nurse in Chapel Hill, NC, who followed in the career footsteps of her mom, who worked as a nurse at Nature Camps. In fact, Amanda   started at Don Webb Nature Camps in 1984, while her mom was pregnant with her, attended camp and moved up into the counselor role, spending her summers at Nature Camps through 2000.

amanda collageIn Amanda’s Words:  Nature Camps has been my home ever since I was just a little bump in my mama’s dress at camp – she was the nurse there, in the ‘Happy Hollow’ woods when she was pregnant with me. My sisters, just little girls then, were flitting through the forests like tree sprites, learning what I would later know too – of magical trees, dear friends, of the secret stillness and beauty of animals and plants native to those woods, the notes that make up our symphony of nature and ultimately a gentler way of living.

The family I found at camp stays with me still, and I love the thrilled way that counselors now (who used to be my campers when I was a counselor) say, “I’ve been coming here for 11 years!” They have found the same family there that I did when I was in their muddy shoes.

Camp nurtured me as a child, an adolescent, and young adult the way that all parents hope that children will be cared for by the larger community: with tenderness, guidance, and plenty of space for growth and wild play. I was free to wander through the woods and examine the natural world with wide curiosity and joy, holding the hands of more genuinely loving friends (both child and adult) than one young girl could ever hope for.

These friends helped me grow into a confident, secure adult with values rooted in the traditional Quaker way: humility, passivism, consensus-building, equality, gentleness, responsibility, and acceptance. It was a place that I learned how to recognize and celebrate the innate goodness in myself and in others.

This was and continues to be a real family to me – in the same way that Don’s is for so many other young people. Camp is a place I’ll always return to for safety, belonging, nourishment.

At camp, I felt heard, understood, appreciated and challenged from the littlest age onward. Gradually, I took on new roles: I quickly mastered the art of choosing my activities for the morning and moved on to figuring out how far I could take each new adventure – could I learn how to hold a snake, a turtle, a rabbit? Could I ride a horse? Just how muddy would I get if I jumped into the swamp (and did I care)?

I walked through streams, picked up new rocks, wrote stories about magic fairies in the woods, made leprechaun houses by the streams, and lead night hikes for wary parents. I learned to identify plants, make stew from wildest ones (with help from books), and even make a fire from wet wood.

I can remember, as a 5 or 6 year old, leading other kids (and counselors) to ‘my’ secret berry spot. We picked berries and sassafras leaves and roots, and used our harvest to make wine colored pillows full of the sweet smell of sassafras leaves, and drank a tea to celebrate our labors.

I remember lying on my belly on damp pine needles for hours, tracing the path of the ants and spiders that crossed the paper of my journals.

I remember searching the woods of the Gunpowder River for onion bulbs to spice our stick-and-stone stew, and ending up hiking farther than I ever thought my little legs could take me. I started thinking of myself as a tough little girl, one who could do anything (!) – even if at school I was so shy, so quiet, and had a harder time making friends. At camp I was free . . . felt confident, sure, and so wildly happy. I wished those feelings could go on forever.

Eventually I officially became an ‘explorer,’ then a junior counselor, a senior counselor, and then I led the teen groups on their own adventures. And then I moved on to other things – college and beyond to work and a lot of travel.

I figured out that the older I became, the more challenging it was to stay connected to the dreaminess of childhood – much international travel demonstrated a whole new world where I saw poverty, fear, inequality, and hatred. It would have been easy to let it change the confident, secure person I had become, but I still strive to see goodness in people, even when their actions shadow the genuine ‘light’ they posses

As a mother, I have taken many turns in the path towards a career, at different times teaching reproductive health with young adults, at another time managing a clinic in the highlands of Guatemala, pursuing a masters degree in public health, working as a doula. A college education in a Quaker, liberal-minded approach formed my critical thinking abilities and secured my commitment to work with under-served populations. I managed a community health center that primarily serves immigrants.

Through all of these loops and curves in my path, the principles of Don Webb’s approach stay with me. I think about the conflicts that arise in this traditional southern community where I live and the challenges of accepting a new, often different group of immigrants.

I imagine ways of negotiating peacefulness between the multiple groups struggling to obtain limited resources, and am reminded of the sweet safety where I first learned peacemaking principles as a child. I’ve even asked Don for a copy of his “operating agreements” to use when meeting with my large staff as a group – and yes, we meet in circles, just like we did at camp – doctors, nurses, assistants all on equal footing and striving to work together as a unified, consensus-seeking team.

Several summers ago I visited camp on a family overnight. After dinner was finished, the raucous crowd of children and their families settled into a circle around a campfire. Don posed the questions, “What does everyone feel about conflict?” “What are ways that we can transform hard times into opportunities where we can grow and learn from each other?”

In the Quaker way, one person spoke at a time, when they felt moved to share something. Children and adults took turns sharing their feelings about conflict in all areas of their worlds – from sharing at camp, at home or at school, to worldly conflicts like Iraq and Afghanistan.

With such elegance and grace, children matched their own words and feelings to conflict-resolution possibilities – which included pea-shooters instead of guns (aiming at bellies-below only, of course), taking turns talking by using talking-sticks to discuss problems (one at a time), crying together when we are sad or scared, and being able to step aside when your opinion isn’t shared by the broader group.

If only such sophistication was shared in the international political and economic realms. If only adults could take a break from our seriousness to imagine such simple possibilities.

Nature Camps is an idyllic retreat. A place for healing, re-connecting, to slow down enough to allow growing and exploring, where everyone can find their niche, their strengths, and be reminded of their innate goodness.

I’m so grateful for my carefree years there, and for the millions of ways those days shaped the adult I am now. I’ll go back this summer for visit with my own family.