When I coined the phrase and started the camp in 1998, I wasn’t sure how to articulate what this meant. Today I am only beginning to feel comfortable trying to form the words.
I knew this: the doe touching noses with my pony over the fence was it.
Like the Meadow Across the Creek for Berry, this image has been a touchstone of all that is good in the world, and in right relationship.
The natural world
leaning into the human,
the human leaning back;
places to hide and thrive;
reaching out to touch, and be touched: