A Sad Farewell to Session One…
by Delphine M. (camper session 1, 2013)
I’ve always been struck by how beautiful Centauri Arts Camp sunsets are. When we leave from evening program, a cascade of reds and oranges and even pinks are there to greet us. It’s as if Mother Nature herself decided Centauri is such a special place that it deserves a new work of art every night. My mother is sometimes frustrated because I come home from camp each year with my camera full of sunsets rather than pictures of all my friends.
So either Mother Nature loves Centauri, or I just never notice the sunsets outside this place. I’ve always thought of Centauri Summer Arts Camp as a place for noticing little things, inside and outside of ourselves. I find myself relaxing here. Here, my emotions flow more freely. I cherish my time at Centauri because I have so much freedom to ‘be myself’, whatever that means.
This may be my last year at Centauri because I want to be a marine biologist, so I need to go to a special camp for that. So, just in case…