Time for Breathing…

It was. I get so caught up in being online, I forget how to be me. Don’t you? When I say this, I mean, for me, time to step away from the computer (really 40+ hours per week spent staring at this screen?) and most screens of any kind and to just “be”.

I am addicted, truly, to the online world. I don’t think it is too unhealthy, but it has its moments.

I must step away. And I did. This weekend. To a tiny lake up north with a group of people I really didn’t know in a tiny trailer with a newer friend. Fireworks across the lake, a sky crammed with stars, perfect weather and one Great heron skimming the water. I touched “spirit” and it touched my right back.

Yes, I compulsively checked my iPhone but the signal was iffy so it didn’t do me much good. Next time I go, I’ll take more books to curb the occasional twitch to be busy. But mostly I sat around campfires, and napped, and chatted, and swam and laughed. And ate really good food. It felt like a real vacation and not 2+ days.

I came back today, filled with juice, ready to write, connect and design while I listened to music. Revived. Amen.

Photo from here.