During Katimavik | |
Here's Chris relaxing on his bunk. He looks happy. Chris made this bed. I'm happy report that his bank mate was also happy that it never fell down :-) | |
Post Katimavik | |
Baby's will fall asleep in the strangest of places. Here is Chris with his son Steve asleep on his shoulders. |
My thoughts on Katimavik:
"Sometimes you have to leave the city of your comfort
and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
What you will discover will be wonderful.
What you will discover will be yourself."
-Author unknownThis sentiment seems to sum up my Katimavik experience very well. I was 19, and had never left the confines of my small city without my parents always by my side. I was the youngest of three, in my family, and self admittedly somewhat babied. I was scared a great deal of the time but couldn't let others know because they appeared so confident and seemed to know that what they were doing was the right thing, I still wasn't sure. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I thought it was simply a trip out west to see the country and spend time with young people from different parts of the Canada. I had know idea of the magnitude of this undertaking and that seeing the country or the people would be minuscule as to what I saw inside myself (I believe this was the true meaning of the program)
Fifteen years later it still moves me in ways that I can not convey in to words. For good, bad or indifference, I'm so happy I was part of an extraordinary program, with my very unique group. I loved, and still love you all and would have, and still would, do anything I could for any of you.
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