There was also a considerable storm one afternoon and I couldn't even work on the covered porch anymore and it got very dark so I took a break to watch the storm. When the rain stopped and the sun came out I was treated to the full court press of after storm misty beauty, it's a memory I'll always treasure. It was such an amazing time for me, the storm, dawn on the mountain top... I felt free and alive in a way that touched me deeply. It's hard to put into words, even now all these months later.
Coming home was difficult, facing my world of external demands, commitments and material overload. As I drove back into civilization my cell phone went off and I listened to a long list of phone messages, some of which were very demanding, followed by a stack of email when I got home and noise and commotion and a big mess in my kitchen. It was an overwhelming and I felt the bliss slipping away. Now I know that how you come back from the wild is as important as how you get there, lesson learned. Next time I'll be more careful about the way I come home. I loved it, I want to go back. Soon I hope. Maybe I’ll go back in 2010 to finish up that project or work on another. I'm in no rush, some projects are made for years rather than months. All in all, I think my week alone in the wild was one of the highlights of 2009 and I am very grateful that I had that opportunity!
(Outhouse with a view! LOL!)
Sometimes I think we are reluctant to do what we need to do for ourselves in order to live the best version of our lives. It's so easy to get caught up in the sensory overload of pop culture and making a living and meeting external demands when sometimes... more than anything what we really need is absolute silence, a Bible, some thoughtful introspection, a journal, a guitar and time... Give yourself a gift in 2010, take some time away for silence, contemplation and solitude. It may turn out to be the highlight of your year.