Monday morning came on the heels of 10 days of non-stop busy-ness. Good, fun, celebratory busy-ness. And on this particular Monday, I had to leave for work at 7:30 am instead of my usual 9:30 am.
My commute this morning involved traveling across bodies of water:
By walking up the ramp:
Onto this boat:
Which had a broken gear box, so it did the trip entirely in reverse. We arrived at Langdale backwards.
It was OK. The scenery was pretty, regardless of which direction the ferry was facing:
From Langdale, we were transported to Keat's Island on this:
Which had this "rear mirrow view":
And because Barnabas's dock is in the process of being replaced, we arrived at a private dock and were carried across the island (through the 500 acre wooded area) to the camp, via suburban. The ferns were spectacular:
This was the entranceway to our meeting space:
And this is the office:
Where we brainstormed with:
Guy Richards of Abiah about marketing and branding.
And it was an awesome day.
NOW I remember why I went into Marketing Management all those years ago. I love it.
While we were crying (yes, a few of us got choked up when we talked about 'our passion') (I KNOW. How professional is THAT?) and thinking and dreaming ("If Arrow was given one hundred million dollars, how would you spend that money?") there were twenty four executive leaders at the other end of the camp, being challenged and encouraged by Bruce McNicol on the topic of Grace and Freedom from Blame and Shame.
They were working hard. In groups of 3 or 4:
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Out-of-the-ordinary days like these.
2. Working with people filled with passion.
3. A quiet evening with the house to myself to process it all.