A few years ago, I spent a day exploring antique stores in Jim Thorpe with friends. During our visit, we discovered a narrow, dust-filled bookstore—an environment I find particularly charming. The scent of old books greeted us even before entering, creating a sense of wonder.
While browsing silently among the shelves, I found a worn blue cloth-covered book of poetry titled “Magic Ring: A Collection of Verse” from 1927. The poems inside were often recited around campfires at girls’ camps during summer and fall. I imagine young girls in long white nightgowns gathering around a fire, sharing stories and encouraging one another as fireflies and owls observe nearby.
As a person who grew up in the 1990s, I associate this with the television show *Are You Afraid of the Dark?*, where friends create and share spooky stories. I have always desired to be part of a community of thinkers and artists like that, and only recently have I realized I have found that here at UUFP—a space where I can authentically share myself with others who are like-minded. It is a community that encourages, supports, and fosters curiosity through meaningful questions. I feel truly grateful to have found this place and these people. How fortunate are we?
I never see a map, but I’m away on all the errands that I long to do. Up all the rivers that are painted blue. And all the ranges that are painted gray. And into those pale spaces where they say: ‘Unknown.’ Oh, what they never knew I would be knowing — were it not for you I would be off to-morrow with the day! Then, since I am at anchor at your door, befriend the wistful stranger; make me free of all your little country and its store. Of unknown things and wonders spread for me the charts and let me venture, till I find the secret of your beauty and your mind.
Stay Sunny! ~ Monica