Describing Seeds of Peace as a place where the magic happens is an underestimation of the amount of mesmerizing work that occurs within the camp because magic isn’t real.
Nonetheless, the love seed that’s planted in every camper’s heart is the most authentic feeling a person can experience. That love seed is not only planted but also watered every day by all of those who attend camp, from directors and counselors to other seeds.
When talking to a friend of mine whom I met at Seeds of Peace, Nghi, a Syracuse seed, she was talking about her encounter with the undiscovered side of her life at Seeds. She said, “It was as if my life was a coin and I just found the other side of it.” Using such intriguing words, I felt the urge to ask, “How did you feel about the other side getting flipped?” Nghi answered my question with a struggle she’s facing that I have been trying to deal with as well as other seeds, “It feels weird now that I’m home. At camp, I’ve been thriving on that side, but now that I’m home it seems like I’m juggling between my old habits and my new ones; my old mindset and my new one. It’s like when people spin coins,” and I couldn’t feel anything but a strong, aggressive sense of agreement. Acknowledging the inspiration that came from Nghi’s sense of experience, I felt the motive to share my similar feeling about being back home, “The world feels colorless; it feels like if my heart was colorblind for all the colors except green and blue.” After our brief conversation, I knew for sure that the counselors were right when they said that they “will make this place [our] home.”