I am thinking that this will be more of a series than just one blog post…isn’t that what a journey is? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to feel like I have ‘arrived’ at Living Life.
Okay, so this “Journey” has been in my mind for a few months now, so what sparked me to actually DO something about it you ask? I was headed to Turkey Track with a friend (for my out of state friends, yes I just said Turkey Track, and here is a photo to prove it!
I am sure that you just read “Bluegrass Music”…I will be the first to admit that this isn’t high up on my list of favorites, but after spending a few days with these wonderful people, it grew on me!
The kids got out and stood by the “Howdy” sign, I thought it was just to great of a photo opportunity to pass up!
This is Mason (the friend that we went with to camp), Don (the kids favorite person and a VERY talented musician), and Garrett (who was in his element the WHOLE time!)
Basically what it is, is 80 acres of campground full of RV’s and sweet people that love Bluegrass music. They camp out there for weeks at a time and in the evenings sit around and pick (which is playing thier instruments for my Yankee friends). Mason and Garrett were welcomed into the circle with loving arms and each played, it was pretty awesome!
Oh right, MY JOURNEY….on the drive down to Waldren, I was listening to my music on the shuffle setting, and a song that I hadn’t heard in a long time hit me pretty hard.
“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter and in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life”
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How was I measuring a year in my life? How was I teaching my kids to measure a year? Technology had over taken my home, and even though I have been teased about being addicted to my internet and facebook, I was always in denial…
With that wound of self realization still fresh and bleeding, enter FIVE days of no internet or cell phone service as we camped, visited, shared, cooked together, played together and listened to some lovely music. OH, and I actually got to READ some books while we were camping and they each helped me along on this journey I am taking to Less Stuff and Living Life…I plan on sharing more as I progress, but know this: After a week of being home, I called and cancelled my internet. (I am taking deep breaths even as I type this from my parents house.) It has only been a few days, but the kids and I are getting so much accomplished, and the general atmosphere in my home is already more peaceful and joyful. It was a scary step for me because as I said…it was a bit of an addiction.
“Hello, my name is Sarea, and I am addicted to the internet…”