|Standing over the North Fork of the Wallace River. Caleb, Brian, me, Gramma.|
This past week we enjoyed our first hike and camping trip with Baby Caleb. It's been a couple years since we have camped, and I forgot how relaxing it is. After the initial flurry of digging out gear, (over)packing (sorry, Babe!) and setting up camp, you just sit. In a world where there is not only constant activity, but also constant surface-y connections with people -- ie. Facebook, texting, email, etc. -- it takes me a while to settle into the stillness. It takes my mind and body a couple of hours to stop lurching around looking for something I have to do, but then, oh the bliss of nothing! There is nothing more soothing than the crackle of a campfire. The flicking flames and glowing embers draw the tension out of my body: it goes up with the smoke. I don't feel guilty about staring off for hours, accomplishing nothing.
Not that I felt obligated to take anything away from our trip, but I did walk away with a renewed sense of the importance of stillness in my life. Without trying to make a big Thing out of it -- I am so good at making Things out of things -- I am trying to make little choices that invite quiet into my life. Like this moment I am snatching away to write about it.
|Brian builds the most beautiful fires I have ever seen. Truly, they are works of art.|
|The beautiful Wallace River.|