Dorm retreat. Each year, much of Kalsbeek-Huizenga-van Reken gathers together at Camp Roger to develop in relationship with one another. This camp was not too far from where I grew up: I attended classes there, so imagine that conjunction of familiarity—Calvin and childhood together. What a beautiful thing. A kettle lake filled with calm waters suspending freshwater hydra lays at the bottom of steep hills. Lush woods folding in log cabins. All about, philosophic discussion, much humor, capture the flag, fire by night. The evening culminates in late night walks, late night talks, iPhone light cleaning the edges of leaves free of darkness. To the waters edge; to gaze to thousands of points: the same above as below in the lake, clarity in two orbs. This is a good practice of rest—that when you do have a chance, you stay awake for much of it to see what silence and friendship is like without a list in mind, things to be done, objects clogging the approaching horizon.
These weeks have been significantly challenging. As I carry myself into them, to much and rigorous learning, it is good to have this retreat in mind as a clear space, vacant of activity, like being amidst a peristyle or within a stand of trees.
These photos are from that event. Taken on an iPhone 6 Plus, of course.