First the good part:
From Saturday to Saturday last week I was in the redwoods at Jazz Camp West, my annual week of unplugged-from-the-world musical utopia.
That week always goes much too fast (and the rest of the year goes much too slow! 😉 )
And here’s the ugly truth about camp:
That week of bliss is inevitably followed by a crash.
Some years it’s worse than others, but it always happens.
Jazz Camp West is eight days of creative immersion.
Eight days of feeling deeply connected to other humans — in the flesh!
Eight days of feeling part of a loving community — feeling seen.
Most of us don’t get enough of this in our daily lives, so camp is like arriving at an oasis after a long walk in the desert.
No wonder returning to the reality of regular life, with its day-to-day responsibilities and inevitable disconnection, is always hard.
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