summer, begun.
So, the first few days of vacation I faced existential angst the moment I woke up... Really, the question "what should I do? Shower? Eat? Pray? Check email? Go back to sleep?" is quite a whopper if you are directionless. The question absolutely blew my mind, so I decided not to face it again. Mornings have to have a rhythm. Showers come first, because if I don't structure them in, I'll just get lazy and skip them.
As far as hippie monasticism goes: we have been conversing a bit, but not yet chanting in latin. The rainbow banner is up. I have a big weed pile (i'm really proud of ripping out those big ones.) Tofu is being consumed by the pound. So far, so good!
Thursday we had evening prayer at Tennessee Valley Beach. After getting lost twice on our way there, we found the parking lot and commenced the 2-mile hike in, lugging beach blankets and dinner. We picnicked there and drank beer while my wife knitted and I read a book. Then he disappeared to walk around the beach, and I watched the tide starting to come in, effectively blocking his return path, as there was a large rock that needed to be circumnavigated and the path was increasingly covered in large waves. But I went to find him and we got back without drowning. And said evening prayer, and hiked back, and got ridiculously lost driving home. At one point, lost on a one-lane road in the back of some rich town, a deer just came out and stood in front of us in the road, staring at our headlights. Her faun proceeded to come out and nurse. We stared at them for a couple of minutes wondering what surreal universe we'd stumbled into.
That's enough computer for now. Pie is in the oven for tonight's dessert party. I'm going to go contemplate nature.
As far as hippie monasticism goes: we have been conversing a bit, but not yet chanting in latin. The rainbow banner is up. I have a big weed pile (i'm really proud of ripping out those big ones.) Tofu is being consumed by the pound. So far, so good!
Thursday we had evening prayer at Tennessee Valley Beach. After getting lost twice on our way there, we found the parking lot and commenced the 2-mile hike in, lugging beach blankets and dinner. We picnicked there and drank beer while my wife knitted and I read a book. Then he disappeared to walk around the beach, and I watched the tide starting to come in, effectively blocking his return path, as there was a large rock that needed to be circumnavigated and the path was increasingly covered in large waves. But I went to find him and we got back without drowning. And said evening prayer, and hiked back, and got ridiculously lost driving home. At one point, lost on a one-lane road in the back of some rich town, a deer just came out and stood in front of us in the road, staring at our headlights. Her faun proceeded to come out and nurse. We stared at them for a couple of minutes wondering what surreal universe we'd stumbled into.
That's enough computer for now. Pie is in the oven for tonight's dessert party. I'm going to go contemplate nature.