In keeping with my vacation theme, I didn't write a whole post today. Instead, here's a lazy day poem.
I call it Ode to Vacation.
A yurt in the mountains of Virginia. Cleared schedules. Changing leaves. Sleep so deep you wake up and wonder where the heck you are. Derailed plans. Long walks and paddle-boat rides. An unbeatable view. Carol King records. Eggs straight from the farm. Shoddy internet access. Big blue skies. Fresh appreciation for the things you love – your daughter, your family, your friends, your pets, and your own kitchen, to name a few. A stack of bad movies. A few finds at the local thrift store (a book, a brooch, and a cashmere coat). The Washington Post burning in your wood-burning stove. Old Testament stories – Deborah, Gideon, Samson, Hannah – read aloud by the person you love. Dreams written down on napkins and newspapers. Silence. Gentle reminders that there’s real beauty in the world, and we move so fast we miss it.
You want to take this home and infuse it into the “everyday.”
For a while you can, but eventually it fades.
That’s okay.
That just means it’s time for another vacation.
