Reflect Love

The summer I worked as a camp counselor at Camp Union in New Hampshire left deep memories of hiking the White Mountains with campers from Boston and New York City.  Most of the boys had never been out of city life, cooked over an open fire, slept in alpine huts, or watched the sun rise.  But what I remember most were walks along Otter Lake watching the reflections of the trees and clouds.  This was the summer before my mom died and her love pull was strong.  This weekend as I sat on the pier and watched the reflections in our glass covered lake, I sat in awe of the power of love we share with others.  Reflect love today.