The classic forum if the human body is one of the most good and beautiful things in all of creation
I woke this morning to the sound of a bird I don’t recognize. The motioning was cool. The ground was hard. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and reached for my shoes. The morning is beautiful.
This morning’s post is going to be short, and different. I’m not interested in what’s going on with the outside world. For the next two days we’re camping. No electricity. No Wi-Fi. No bathrooms. We’re enjoying what is beautiful.
This is good. The little ones are old enough to help a little. We have friends with us. We brought the dog. We have no contact with the hate and stupidity taking place elsewhere.
The earth is a beautiful place. We would probably do well to spend more time out here. Unfortunately, this is the only trip we’ll be able to make this year. Kat’s schedule doesn’t give us any extra time before the kids start back to school. So, we’re making the most of the time. Hiking. Swimming. Sitting by the fire telling stories.
We don’t have to spend all our time worrying about other people. One of the nice things about camping is that everyone does their own thing. No one bothers anyone else, if you happen to actually see anyone else. You know there are other campers nearby, but no one cares about the color of their skin or whether they’re the same gender or what their belief system might be. We’re all just here, enjoying what is good and beautiful.
Maybe, just maybe, if we lived a bit more like this all the time, letting everyone live their own lives, be whoever they want to be, we wouldn’t be so inclined to kill each other over stupid shit. Perhaps, if we focused more on the beauty around us we’d be able to see the good in others with no consideration to our differences. Maybe.
I’m stopping here. We have coffee to drink, hikes to take, books to read. Perhaps you should do the same. Unplug. See what’s beautiful.
Games People Play
We learn games as children that we never give up; games of pretend, games of manipulation and games that allow us hide. We never stop playing those games.
We play many games but seldom do we win
Even the day weekends go by too quickly. Here we are already at Sunday. I am not overly anxious to leave our campsite other than for the fact I’m beginning to develop an appetite for something other than hot dogs and granola bars. Monday long dark on the horizon. Kat is back at school. We have fence posts to set. Things to do.
Are you old enough to remember the song Games People Play? Joe South recorded the song in 1968. Being a mere child, I thought the song was talking about the sort of games eight -year-old knows, like tag and hide-and-seek. I thought the song was about fun.
Silly child. Sure, we still the same games, we just call them different names. For example, adult tag involves shifting the blame or responsibility to someone else so you don’t get into trouble. We play hide-and-seek by dodging what’s difficult until there’s no place left to hide.
I can’t say there are no shenanigans out in the woods. I’ve seen them. But, at least out here, moments of frivolity are more about building the best campfire or snagging the best spot. Rarely does anyone here get hurt.
I’m not looking forward you returning civilization. I don’t like being forced into situations where I have no hope of winning. You can have the politics and the lies and the flies. Keep the rodent traces you yourself.
Life doesn’t work that way, though. We’ll see you tomorrow with something closer to normal. Maybe e can bring a bit of peace back with us. We just have to avoid the games.
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