Monday, April 16, 2012
I laughed more in those 48 hours than I believe I have laughed in the last three months. We're not talking polite chuckles or giggling either. We are talking deep belly laughs, huge guffaws with a group of women all similarly roaring with laughter. We were the noisiest campsite there and we were not constrained.
I reconnected. Many of the women on this trip are friends who I adore. They are fascinating, interesting, vibrant, intelligent, amazing people. But we are all so busy with the demands of our modern lives that we promise ourselves in passing we will get together for that lunch or tea or whatever. And yet somehow we don't manage to find the time. This weekend we had nothing but time.
I ate very well. Hats off to Colleen, our organizer and her sous chef, Natalie. With four gluten-intolerant campers and one vegetarian out of nine women they pulled off a tasty, delicious, satisfying menu for everyone. They did it without going overboard either. It was simple, delicious, and unfussy. While we all know food tastes much better around a campfire, I am a firm believer that it also tastes much better when it comes from whole foods. Our menu was dinner: taco bar, breakfast: scrambled eggs and fruit, lunch: veggies and dips with fruit and gluten free cookies, dinner: cuban beans and cornbread with gluten free smores (gotta have those), breakfast: leftovers and fruit. Yes, there were M&M's and chips and other foods there as well, but the menu was predominately simple, whole foods.
I remembered my appreciation for the basics. Sleeping on a mat on the floor reminded me that I am fortunate enough to have a bed at home (and a quite comfy, large, well decorated one at that). Having a public restroom available I was appreciative for the running water in the toilets, the sinks and the showers. I was appreciative for all of the tax dollars and use-contributions that pay to maintain the state park system. I also appreciated the quiet, the lack of distractions and the ability to slow down, even if just for that moment.
This is part of holistic living. We need to find that balance; to find those moments in our lives that speak to us. To be more than a particular aspect of our being -- wife, mother, daughter, committee-member, professional, caregiver, insert-your-hat-here. To let go of some of that, even if just for a short while, and plainly be ourselves.
And how was your weekend?