There was nothing "to do" at the cabin, meaning no wi fi or even cell service to text someone all old school. I was really looking forward to unplugging. However, there was a moment the first morning that I walked the entire cabin with my iPhone held above my head trying to find one bar of service and I ended up on the seventh step of the ladder to the loft like a crazy person. (And just as soon as I got that one bar, it went away.)
Anyway, back to nothing to "do"- there really is plenty, things I never have time for (or enjoy taking time for) like cleaning, preparing meals, starting a fire, exploring, etc. That's all there is to do at the cabin. And being together. We sat around the fire together, sat around the table together, and I did realize some of the most opportune moments to really look into your child's face is when you're eating dinner together. I wonder if God made food for that very purpose.
I did bring along all our art supplies and lots of yarn for knitting but never really had a chance to dig into it. There wasn't as much boring down time as I'd expected. I think I thought unplugging meant my hours would be empty. And really, they were so very full.
Friday morning we made a huge breakfast of pancakes, skillet potatoes, bacon, & corn beef hash (ew) and soon after I found myself standing at the sink while everyone else had bolted out the door to the river or the woods. I glanced at the dishes still on the table, the half-drunk juice, and I put a little Camera Obscura on the stereo and just rolled with it.
Paying attention is easier without distractions. Things are less annoying. I loved having my phone tucked away in my purse in another room all day and all night. I loved not checking it. Admittedly, the only reason I did not check it was because there was no service. But it's something I am now training myself to do here at home.
And so, I couldn't take it the whole time. I slipped out for a drive, mostly because even after just one day I had a little
I looked to my side and Carter was zonked, Gray slumped sleeping in the back and I breathed it in. I pulled into a gas station parking lot and checked my emails and Twitters and Instagrams. And it felt quite flat. I wasn't missing anything. Truly. I anxiously watched over two hundred emails download into my inbox and none of them were urgent. Many of them were just junk, but on a normal day I would have busied myself with checking and deleting them frequently instead of just doing it en masse at once, as I should. I have been giving myself away to the stupidest things.
We got back from our drive and everyone was still sleeping! Jeff had marinated steaks before lying down so I got to work on cutting veggies for the kabobs. Carter and Gray finally thumbed through their Highlights magazine for the first time in months and found all the hidden pictures without any bloodshed. I was thankful for this.... pause.
Life can move slowly if you let it.
(couldn't resist, that blurry photo happened because I do not know how to use my camera.)