{nota rápida}

Sábado é o último dia de acampamento de crianças. Estou derreada. Cansada. Dorida até mais não. Mas a destilar sorrisos por dentro. Sinto-me tão feliz rodeada destes príncipes e princesas. Todos tão especiais.

Já sinto saudades por antecipação...

{soundtrack for these days}

If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that i fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me

Am i lost or just found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
'Cose my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming

[C.S. Lewis Song, Brooke Fraser]

{hello and goodbye}

Almost off to 3 weeks of hard work at camp, in my favorite place. It's such a joy to go back every year and be a part of something so special.

After that we'll be leaving for a special celebration in Ireland. I still can't believe we're going. It's been a dream for so long to go there that it's hard to believe! And we can't wait to see the dear Somervilles again :)

May your summer be a happy, peaceful, blissful and meaningful one*

p.s.: I'll miss my crazy Alice all this time and T. (since he's not there for the whole 3 weeks)...

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson