27 November 2013

This post could be titled “On Laity Lodge,” but I didn’t want to jump in with all the really wonderful things that have already been said from last weekend’s participants. Besides, I’m not exactly new. I’ve been going out there for 20 years and to the canyon for more than 30, back to when I was a camper at LLYC.

Also, I really hate when you can’t go to a special event and everyone else is gushing about it over all forms of social media. I’ve been in that position many times, so I wanted to spare some of you who may be reading this.

But I will say this one thing because there are three people I want to thank.

When you arrive at Laity, the first thing you do is hug people. You might say I was hugging “in name only.” One person later said I looked “crumpled.” Another said I “didn’t feel solid.”

The second thing you do after you arrive is check in. I checked in to find out they’d lost my roommate reservation, and by the way, would you mind switching rooms because an older lady has a special need. I honestly didn’t mind switching rooms, but what was I supposed to do with my stuff? It was all still in my car.

“We’ll help you bring it down,” said a friend. Two other friends said they’d help, too.

“I guess we’ll just leave it all out here? By the fountain?” I said. “I mean, nothing’s gonna happen to it.”

They all laughed at the ridiculous idea of someone taking your stuff at Laity Lodge when it’s laying out in the open.

So, the four of us went to my car. Everyone took a bag or two. Then we walked back down and set them in a heap on the stones until my room situation got resolved.

I know I’m over-spiritualizing here, but it honestly felt like those three friends carried my burdens. One of those friends knows everything that’s happened this past year. One knows a good 75 percent. The other knew nothing. Everyone took a bag or two.

And that’s kind of what the whole weekend was like. At meals or at sitting-around-talking time, everyone took a bag or two. I never had to carry too much at any given time.

So, thank you to you three—you know who you are. Maybe someday I can return the favor.

 

 

Comments

  1. Awesome.

    Also, that was real nice of you (2nd paragraph). 🙂

  2. Not over spiritualized at all. Not at all.

  3. I’m all melty inside, remembering. Thank you for sharing this. And what joy to see a smile flit across the face now and then.

    As I type, I’m listening to the John Coltrane channel on Pandora. Needed some jazz in the background.

  4. This is perfect, Megan. Thank you. And speaking as only one of the many who was not there, I happen to LOVE reading any kind of report, look at any photos, hear any stories from those who went. It makes me feel just a little bit like I was there, too.

    • Fayma Drummond says:

      Megan, I will never cease to be amazed at the analogy you can make between graspable objects and feelings (is graspable a word)? i.e., “everyone took a bag or two.” I’ve experienced that many times in my journey, but never would have used that wording. I love it and you!

  5. Fayma Drummond says:

    Megan, I will never cease to be amazed at the analogy you can make between graspable objects and feelings (is graspable a word)? i.e., “everyone took a bag or two.” I’ve experienced that many times in my journey, but never would have used that wording. I love it and you!

  6. I will carry your bags anytime, lady. Wish I could. Wish I did. I loved seeing you, praying for you. I hope there was rest. It’s a good place to go to be, as Tim says, taken care of.

  7. I’m glad that it all worked out.

  8. “At meals or at sitting-around-talking time, everyone took a bag or two.” So very true, Megan. It really was that sort of setting: very generous on many levels.

    I so wish we had had time to sit and chat! Perhaps next time?

  9. I appreciate little nuggets like this. Happy thanksgiving, Megan.

  10. Such beautiful, simple, truth from beautiful you.

    So happy I had a chance to love on you in person, Megan.

  11. Ditto to what Diana said.
    Also, it’s not overspiritualizing at all.

    I have felt others carrying my burdens this past year and greatly appreciated it.
    Love your posts.