Thoughts from a Camp Narnia Director on a journey to where it all began...
"Narnia. Narnia. Narnia. Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters." - Aslan The Magician's Nephew
Today, under a brilliant blue sky, I went to Salt Spring Island, where I go every few months to keep my compass pointing true Narnia. In the beautiful Burgoyne Valley, where Burgoyne Bay Provincial Park is now located, Camp Narnia once lived and breathed.
Behind me towers Mt. Maxwell which has a special place in our Narnian lore and all around are open fields where pigs, cows, goats, horses, chickens, ducks, turkey, peacocks, rabbits, donkeys, llamas and of course children once galloped, neighed and nosed about. In the distance I can see the Stone Table and the Tree of Knowledge, somewhat more grizzled and lichen-draped every year, but still rooted and strong like the memories of so many who journeyed through the Wardrobe door and took the adventure that Aslan sent.
I often wonder what people who pass through here and who never saw it as Camp Narnia must think of this place. Do they know that they are standing on the Dancing Lawn and that come twilight the fauns will venture out of the woods with flute and drum? Do they know that they are crossing Puddleglum's Marsh where that loyal Narnian Marshwiggle, a true Respectabiggle, is waiting to share some fresh eel stew with them?
The stories and fabric of this place are so tightly woven into the core of who I am that there is no separating the two. So as I sit on the Stone Table writing this with swallows swooping overhead and the sound of a saxophone somewhere far off playing I am so grateful for the passion and the vision that brought Camp Narnia into being. To Anton Voorhoeve and Carol Toal and their daughter Marieke, thank you from the bottom of my ce-dar smoked, pata pata dancing heart. I am honoured to keep that lamp-post light burning brightly and to continue to share the magic, the adventure and the true essence of childhood that Camp Narnia is.
In the words of a wise Narnian, to do is to be is to do so dobedobedo...