“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.” ~John Muir
It was one of those weekends you wish would linger just a bit longer, give you just a little more time to soak it all in while it lasts. It was a weekend full of sunny afternoon hammock naps, walks in the woods, cool lake swimming in the heat of the day. Full of hazy campfire smoke-filled air, sticky marshmallow fingers, and sweet, lazy moments with the ones I love most.
A weekend camping with my family at the nearby Lake Wedington Recreation Area. Ahhh…..
I remember the younger me always wanting to fill a trip with busyness. To jam-pack the itinerary with activities to do, things to see, places to go. As I get older, I am learning more and more the importance of savoring the quieter moments too. They are less flashy, yes. They are not all adreneline and fireworks, but they are are powerful medicine for the soul.
The first rays of morning sun filtering through the trees while other campers are still asleep in their tents… Sitting for a few moments with a sketchbook in hand while the boys nap… Closing my eyes and listening as the rustling leaves and chirping bird songs mingle with the notes of Stephen’s guitar… Watching the inquisitive interaction between a boy and nature… Wildflower bouquets picked just for Mama… Walking along the lakeshore hand-in-hand with my best friend… Being lulled to sleep by the chirpping of crickets and the warmth of a snuggly baby held close…
Oh yes, there were those other moments too; bugbites, critters getting into the pancake mix that somebody forgot to lock in the car overnight, not drinking quite enough water during the record-setting high temperatures and suffering through the resulting headache, sore backs in the mornings for the older ones among us, realizing that a jug of water sprung a leak in the back of the car and soaked most of the bedding, the smell of skunk mingling with campfire smoke the last night we were there…
But those good moments… yes, they were worth it. So very worth it.