Random (or not so random—I believe what was supposed to be said was said) storytelling, singing, and dancing around the fire pit as we waited for glimpses of the lunar eclipse to break through the clouds. This was punctuated by a crescendo of drums. What a show!

It felt both profound and frivolous. It felt ancient, and yet it was a new experience for me.

I spoke of the cherished rarity of community and invited those gathered to be grateful. An elder among us stood and sang a song about gratitude. It was lovely.

I also taught the group Teddy the Tree, complete with hand motions, from Camp Cedar Crest counselor days.

Teddy the tree goes _______ (arms out like a tree). He looks at me and goes  _______. He never laughs or sings never does anything. Just looks at me and goes  _______.

Ricky the rock…
Rocky the racoon…
Ella the elephant…

Good times.