We just got back from a trip out west…western Maryland, that is. Holed up in a nearly century-old log cabin, we rang in the new year quietly, all snug in our woodstove-heated, three room abode.
There was no internet. There was no cell service.
There was only the flurry of beautiful fluffy snow, the sound of the trickling creek, and the wind dancing through the Hemlock.
We hiked, we geo-cached, and we ate constantly. There wasn’t enough snow to do anything with, but it was just fine. We had board games a plenty, and no pressing responsibilities.
And you know something? It was amazing.
After a few days of this, however, My Captain had to check in with those that depend on him back in Montgomery County, so we drove to a place that had open Wi-Fi.
We ended up at a completely empty ski shack.
It was fun to watch the kids after unplugging from electronics and society for a while.
It was fun to watch them just FLOP.
I could actually see them look down at their roots and remember where they were planted. It was a deep, peace-giving, breath of fresh air.
And silliness, of course.
They’re back at the grind now, all three of them. But they all seem more centered. I don’t know how long it will last, but at least now I know what to do when they need a reminder.