Everyone has a disability

Mine is 
I’m terribly stubborn
And often impatient



Ripples in water can move mountains
While the mountains can hide the moon
It all depends on where you stand
I’ve been three feet deep in earth’s wrinkles Image
I walked her cracks in California
Now I’m standing on her back
Touching her jagged edges with my feet
We all have them
Peaks of elation
Those valleys of relationships gone bad
Stone cold hearts the size of Red Rocks
I have some rough edges
A hard exterior is a false facade hiding smiles
These mountains stretch for miles across the Colorado land
They stand tall
Tickling clouds
Shadowing over the moon
And they can be somewhat intimidating
Creating the sensation of being smaller than I really am
I know I am only human sized
While the size of this land is more grand than I’ve ever seen
Rocks are splintered by rivers
Shivers cover my skin when I begin to think about leaving here
I don’t want to leave here


Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece

I’ve seen great paintings, amazing pictures, and incredible sculptures but nothing is more impressive than the Colorado mountains I’ve been living in for the last couple of months. Rivers flow through boulders to create a masterpiece of rushing water over rocks that have fallen from who knows how far up the mountain.



My newly found friend, Kim and I climbed a short ways up a, what I would call, waterfall last weekend. Over rocks, through water, across dirt. This landscape is a masterpiece.Image


To the campers

To the campers who came here to enjoy a week away from home,

Thank you.

To the parents who had full (or almost full) faith that I could take care of their child.

Their special child.

Like all children, the ones who come to Rocky Mountain Village are creative, full of energy, and eager to have fun. Unlike other children, the ones who come here get to experience a week of full inclusion and be totally embraced for all their quirks and craziness, which may not happen on a daily basis anywhere else.

We’ve gotten through roughly two months of campers coming and going. Sunday mornings are filled with preparation and friday afternoons consist of cleaning the cabins, debriefing, and celebrating another week well done. It’s tiring. I’ve gotten less sleep than I could use but the busy pace makes it hard for exhaustion to set in. Everyday, every week is different than the last and last week I had the most influential camper. She has cerebral palsy, is blind, and, for the most part, nonverbal. She loved music of any kind, except I did find her reaction to country songs less than thrilled. 

Throughout the week I sat with her through training sessions to help her learn how to work her Dynavox. We sat on her bed and cuddled before meal times, she wrapped her arm around me and I sang to her..whatever song just happened to be in my head. One day, while getting her dressed I told her to “lean on me” so she wouldn’t fall off of her bed. Immediately I thought of “lean on me…when you’re not strong…” so I started singing. She sat there, arm around me with her other hand grasping mine tight. She pounded my hand against her chest in perfect timing and had a smile bigger than I’ve ever seen. She rocked her head back and forth and shrieked with excitement when I substituted a word or two of the song with her name.

I’ve had many “moments” here at camp where I get overwhelmed by emotions. This lean on me moment topped them all. I was one hundred percent sure of what I am doing with my life in that brief time. I knew I was creating an immense joy for this little twelve year old girl but beyond that, I knew how great it felt to give that to someone. This may sound selfish but I think she gave me way more than I gave to her. When I would be dragging myself out of bed in the morning she would be sitting there hiding under her blankets cracking up hysterically. She couldn’t go to sleep on many nights because she was too busy laughing–what a terrible problem to have, right? She danced after meals, whenever she heard music, and sometimes, what seemed to me to be for no reason at all. She taught me to laugh at any moment possible. I only saw her get upset when I was brushing her teeth or doing her hair, but other than that she was a complete joy. She gave me joy in my third to last week here at camp. Image

I don’t think I’ll ever forget what it felt like to have her arm squeezing my neck as she sat on my lap and pat my back. Like she was comforting me and saying, “it’s all going to be okay.” Even though she can’t speak, we had great conversations. Even though she can’t see I know she felt my face and hair enough times to get a picture, however it is she pictures things in her mind.

I owe my summer to campers like her. The staff here is great and we’re all here for a summer to remember but apart from all of the off-time adventures I’ve had I will forever remember my campers. Each of them an individual. Each of them memorable for very different reasons. I am thankful through and through for the time I’ve spent in Colorado this summer. I wouldn’t of had it any other way.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable.

Starting earlier this summer I’ve been spending my weekdays with some of the most phenomenal people I’ve ever met. They’ve come in forms of 60 year old ladies, seven year old boys, and all ages and genders in between. Working at a summer camp for people with different abilities has not only opened my eyes to the shocking happiness that can occur here in these Colorado mountains, but it has showed me some great companions.

Two weeks ago the camp paired up with MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association) and we had little boys and girls running, wheeling, and piggyback-riding all over camp. One boy brought his companion dog. Image

He had just recently gotten the pup, so the dog was fairly new to the job and being in a pretty chaotic environment became too overwhelming for this service puppy. Because of this, his owner decided to take off the dog’s vest and let him roam the camp freely. By no means did this stop the dog from being next to his friend’s side day in and day out, but it did give other campers (and counselors) the opportunity to enjoy petting the furry little guy.

On one day in particular I snapped a shot of our lifeguard cuddling this dog as another smaller boy tried to get in on the doggy action. To me, there is just way too much cuteness in this picture for words, but more than anything it shows a great example of an incredible four-legged companion. The dog was just as eager to love everyone as they were excited to pet him. I guess dogs really can be a man’s best friend.