I am a healer.
I am passion.
I am light.
I am authenticity.
I am sobbing….and I have FOUND MY PEOPLE.
Yes, I have. And I only have Campowerment to thank for it. And it’s not like I don’t have people here in Charlotte, or in Detroit. I do. But this past weekend, I found MY people. About 140 to be exact. Women who understand what it means to peel back the layers, and expose the inner most parts of your soul. Shut up! What? You don’t want to drink the Kool-Aid? Well, then don’t. I’m not even explaining it right. Or doing this magical place the justice it deserves, but hell…I am trying. Tammi Fuller, the QUEEN of all things Campowerment Director told us to not talk about camp. She said we should try to find the right words, before we even open our mouths about our experience. Wait, and digest it. But I can’t wait!! It’s just like this little piece of goodness that I want to share. I need to share. I have to share it!
This gift called CAMPOWERMENT.
And truth be told if I went to camp before I got divorced…I’d still be married.