Thanks for the comments and likes! Maho Bay Camp had a tremendous following of people who loved to stay there and a special group who chose to live there! I came across an excerpt from a book that I wanted to share, especially in light of the fact that we are watching the dismantling of the tent-cabins that have come to symbolize our time on St. John and the amazing memories we all have made while visiting. I have one more upcoming post on the current status of the tents, buy for the most part I plan to use this space as a place to remember what was so special about Maho Bay Camp and the times that were spent there.
Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met, he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “everything that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”