Mar 08 2008
A kiwi mens camp.
I have this very moment just returned from a ‘mens’ camp. The concept may kinda stick in the throat of most men perhaps like the gagging on swede or silverbeat from your childhoods. Or mashed swede with carrot. Horribly good for you…….but it just got stuck in your throat.
Well the mens camp wasn’t just the touchy feelly share your heart stuff only, though that did happen I am sure while 8-10 boats fished the seas for 5 hours for Saturday morning. And it would of happened during the wonderful meals, and the communiion on the beach at dawn this morning. I came back early by necessity but as I sit here and think it was altogether awesome, a bunch of men getting together, young and old and from diverse walks of life, faith stages, perspectives and histories.
Being a man isn’t always easy in a world thats been caught in a pendulum swing and feminised to a large extent. And just being a man isn’t easy as you try to juggle whats expected of you, with what you know you can do and know you can’t do, as well as what you know you can’t do now but used to be able to.
From a kiwi perspective, I guess being a man is no different to anywhere in the world. I just know at the beginning of the camp I looked around and thought, hmmmmm…. what a strange bunch. By the time I left even if early…I looked around and saw others who were in the same boat as me. I saw brothers.
Hi.. Des isn’t so good on the computer but I thought you’d be interested in knowing that some of these group of ‘mottly’ guys are coming on Sunday for a bit of a Jazz session… bringing their instruments … having a fun time… sharing their music… do you remember the last time……