Sometimes we hurry from web page to web page, from place to place, in a controlled environment.
It is important to stop and appreciate the real world, the world we live in every day. That is why I try to spend some time outside every day – hot or cold, wet or dry, work or home. I usually (though not always) succeed.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. -John Ruskin, author, art critic, and social reformer (1819-1900)
Winter returned today with a vengeance. After yesterdays’ temperatures of plus 12 and higher, we went down to -2 with snow and a bitter north wind. A good reminder that winter isn’t done, there is more to accept whether I like it or not.
. . . as in unplugged from computing and the internet for the rest of today. It is a choice Faye and I have made, to spend some time in the real world.
A curtain of willow leaves, illuminated by late afternoon sun, screened a part of the treehouses’ deck.
- A reminder to my Facebook followers – I invite you to click the link to this post, then click the link to your preferred way to follow me.
We went on a hike on a fine day recently. Always good to get into the real world.
Late afternoon today was a good time to stop, reflect for a moment, give thanks for blue sky and sun.
I will not post tomorrow. Looking forward to time with the dogs and a good book.
I fasted Wednesday evening.
We enjoyed a dinner of baked chicken thighs with Cajun beans and rice.
My fast was staying off the internet and the computer. There was no compelling need, little desire, to check email, facebook, chat, news and commentary, weather. So after dinner I stayed on the couch with Faye (and Fitzi). We talked and later I read a couple chapters of Fate is the Hunter, a book rich with meaning. Before going to bed I gave thanks for my many real blessings. It was a very good evening.
It’s good to step away from the realm of bits, bytes, online friends, instant searches; and live in the real world of my sweetie and my dogs, a real book, a warm house.
So don’t be distressed if there is no post next Wednesday, or the one after that, or . . .