Lughnasa Moon of the First Harvests
Went into Minneapolis today, to the Black Forest, for Nude Summer Camp. This was actually a reunion of Nude Summer Campers from 2008. The campers were, with one exception, from the docent class of 2005. Today the topic was the contemporary nude. The conversation rolled and rocked from issue 0 of Playboy, thank you Tom Byfield, to relational aesthetics, Joy, the ecstasy of Bernini’s St. Teresa and the general question of why nudes are a topic at all. We sat in the rear booth of the Black Forest’s outdoor dining area for a couple of hours.
Do I miss giving tours? No. Do I miss the continuing education at the MIA? Wish it was of such quality that I could say yes, but no. Do I miss driving in every week or so? No. But. Do I miss my classmates and fellow docents, the conversations and the camaraderie? Definitely yes.
I felt lighter after leaving this conversation. In the presence of friends. A life shared with friends is a full life. And I’m lucky that way with the docents and the Woollys. I’m grateful for all of them.
