The sun sat warm and high above the clearing, gently filtered by the lacework canopy of tall trees. The air was crisp and quiet, broken only by the low hum of distant insects and the occasional bird chirping as if offering commentary from a hidden perch. A large open area near the edge of the woods had been prepared, crates and wooden planks scattered across the grass in messy, hopeful stacks. Rope coils lay waiting, like questions begging to be unraveled.
Participants trickled in from different paths, each drawn by the camp’s midday bell, their mats, sketchbooks, and notebooks left behind in the cabins. Today was not for stillness. It was for movement, for collaboration. For construction.
A female facilitator, older, sturdy in presence, and warm-eyed, stood at the center of the field, c
