Mine is a love story: love of WaterFire; love of sharing it with my partner; and finally, love of self – with the help of becoming a WaterFire volunteer.
WaterFire has always been magical and speaks to my soul. While sharing it with my partner, I associated many wonderful memories with it. After a painful ending with my partner, I was left with a large void. I turned to WaterFire as a healing source. I spent that season volunteering with a vengeance. I threw myself into as many activities as I could. Growing to appreciate how much work is necessary behind the scenes was only second to the camaraderie formed with the volunteers. . .
That summer not only healed me, it gave me an experience I will always be thankful for. To glide silently, invisibly in a black boat; to feed the fires, to hear the crackle, to take in the smells and the hauntingly beautiful music all under a star filled sky – that was WaterFire’s gift to me. Volunteering as an ambassador was equally rewarding when I spoke with visitors from all around the world.
WaterFire touches everyone who attends it. For a short time I was a small cog in a beautiful large wheel. Thank you for this.