Living at Franklin House and being an agricultural intern was a whirlwind of emotions and experiences.
I have never worked so hard in my life or had so much physically demanded from me.
Everyday was a learning experience for farm-life and simultaneously a social experiment.
Because of Franklin’s distance from the garden, I was biking/walking at least 6 miles every day (1.5 miles there in the morning, 1.5 miles back for lunch, 1.5 miles back there in the afternoon, 1.5 miles back for dinner).
I also found out after quarantine that full time garden people worked different hours than the rest of the village. Instead of the usual 8:30AM-12PM and 2:30-5PM, it was 6AM-12PM and 2:30-5PM + (pretty much whenever the work ended in the evening, sometimes 7PM). It was brutal and I was nearly always exhausted – seriously.
After about 2 weeks of this, I realized I couldn’t keep doing it and needed a change. I voiced this and began riding in style between Franklin House and the garden everyday – taking the gas-powered and quite loud golf cart! Talk about a wake-up call for the rest of the village when I chug-a-lugged through the village about 5:45AM every day.
Sincerely though, taking the golf cart made a huge difference and I am very thankful.
I made incredible friends at Camphill.
L and J (again with the mild identity protection initials) come to mind first, outside of my quarantine friends M and E, that is.
Talk about Earth Goddesses/Angels! Women connected with their roots, with their inner children, with Nature. Women who openly dance and sing, act silly, skinny dip without fear of being seen. Women embodying freedom and constantly inspiring me.
They personified spirituality and viewed life through a veil shrouded in mystery. They made everything ceremonious and celebrated the Moon.
They taught me so much and what amazed me is how equal our feelings were towards each other.
They loved me all the same. I constantly looked up to them and aspired to be more like them.
Maybe they didn't know how new some of that was for me, or even how long I waited to meet divine feminine like them. Women not ashamed of their bodies, but embracing them; hair, blemished, and all.
They cultivated the will and desire to skinny dip and be fearless. They musically inspired me to begin writing my own music again. They introduced me to the witchy ways of mugwort and full moon/eclipse ceremonies.
Now, with all these incredible people being typed about, there is one that I intentionally saved for last, not only because chronologically I met him after these people, but also because out of the huge impacts these previously mentioned people made on me, he probably made the biggest one. Let’s call him S.
S came about a month after me and was also an agricultural intern. We became the best of friends nearly instantaneously, laughing all the time.
One of my favorite memories with him was our "float" (AKA struggle) down French Creek the day before my 23rd birthday.
We had borrowed some tubes, ate some gummies, and packed a small cooler full of beverages. Well, the creek was so shallow we ended up having to get up every 5-10 feet to move the tubes off of rocks.
Not to mention the nearly constant spilling of our beverages into the creek in which hilarious scenes were created of us stumbling down the creek, chasing after cans that were floating downstream at much faster rates than we were. All the while S was in his bright red speedo and we were laughing to the point of tears streaming down our faces and our stomachs aching.
Also include vivid imagery in your mind of neighbors witnessing these moments.
The Universe propelled S and I together to the extent of picking the same books out in a vast library.
There were so many incredible people at Camphill, it would be nearly impossible to include them all here – but just know there were more and they’re all so treasured.
Camphill will forever be imbedded in my memory as the summer that changed my life.
So many sun-ladden memories, foxes, smiles, star-filled nights, spiritual exeriences, learning opportunities – my gratitude feels difficult to express but I am SO grateful for Camphill and all the people, animals, trees, and spirits that impacted my life.
With Love and Light,
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