Going home...

I was at my Fortress of Solitude this weekend for an all too brief stay (only an hour). But it was still just what I needed. As I wandered through the camp, I walked up to the point and was about to be alone with my thoughts. While I was there, I kept thinking, "Something's missing." I thought, as I walked back down to McGiffen, that maybe it was the people but it still didn't feel right. An then, as I continued past McGiffen and down into the fire circle, it literally hit me - right in the nostrils. The scent of the trees hit me like a ton of bricks and for a moment, it was camp. Then, I realized that many of my "thin space" moments occur at the fire circle. That is the place where I feel God's presence the most. So, I sat there for as long as I possibly could and rejuvenated my soul for as much as I could.