Have you ever noticed, when you have a day off during the week (like on a Friday), that the entire week drags on as if that day off will never arrive? One would imagine that a four day work week would be experientially faster then the regular five day work week. But this rarely seems the case.
Is it Einstein’s fault for pointing out how Time is relative? Or are we programed to experience a kind of suffering until we are able to enjoy the extra liberty we desire?
I will make it through this week. Four days only (& the first day is half done). Then I will be camping this weekend. The wait will be worth the adventure. I must be a little more Buddhist. I must acknowledge that I may suffer this week & move on. Raise myself above such simple distractions & enjoy the moment – no matter what may be happening.
I hope you can do the same.
The day out on the island was hot & muggy. Time was spent meeting new scouters & sharing our experiences & woodland skills. Meals were shared as were many stories. A good time was had by all & I think we all walked away with new knowledge.
But as the sun began to lower itself in the sky. My companions all left – one boatload at a time. Until I was left alone with my thoughts & my own woodland lore. My first task was to recce a spot to sleep for the night. Upon studying the map of the island that hangs in the cabin, I picked an area on the north shore – near what is referred to as “Skinny Dip Beach” (because Scouts of old would skinny dip at this spot). And so, I set forth along the trail – watching for poison ivy which riddles some spots on the island – seeking out a spot to bed down for the night. Once selecting a spot with a view of the lake, I returned to the cabin & hiked my gear in. Then I setup my camp, enjoying the solitude & the faith I have in my own skill.
The night was still hot – for as I sat next to my small fire I felt as if I was sitting in a sauna. As I ate my supper, I contemplated the beauty & serenity that surrounded me. The sun was setting, as too was the crescent moon. The silver sickle following in the path of the golden disc… a potent image.
The night was quiet. The lake was calm. Peace, paradise & serenity filled me. A perfect moment.
The next morning the weather turned. The winds blew strong from the south & with it came cooler & wetter air. The rain fell, soaking my tent. It wasn’t much fun striking camp – but something you get used to if you’ve ever spent a lot of time outdoors. I made it back to the cabin & began to plan my solo canoe trip back to the mainland. Listening to the weather on the emergency weather radio in the cabin, I watched through the window as the rain slowed & then stopped. A glimmer of sun poked through the clouds for a moment – an omen foretelling me of my only opportunity to cross the lake without rain.
As quick as I could, I loaded up the canoe & paddled for shore. The wind was with me as I left the dock next to the cabin. However, as I rounded the north point of the island – passing my campsite from the night before – I turned into the wind. I made short sprints from island to island – using the granite shores that rise up out of the water as a windbreak. At last, I reached the landing, unloaded my gear – put the canoe in its berth – & returned home.
The adventure, the moment, now in the past.
Tell me about your own adventures – either in the wild or any other journeys of solitude you might have undertaken. What did you learn about the world & about yourself? Please leave me a comment below.
Until next time…
Solitude is often a tool well oiled by years of pensiveness & situation. For those of us who are truly solitary creatures, we value this time dedicated to the self. It is a time to reflect, to listen to one’s heart & to explore new & wonderous possibilities which often open up before Individuals at such times.
Upon the suggestion of my lovely wife, I am undertaking a night of solitary camping on an island not far from where I live. To use my mother’s words: I’m “going to play silly bugger in the bush” for a night. I have been looking forward to this night (Saturday, September 27th) since my wife made the suggestion. And so tomorrow, I will be off into the wild to reconnect with nature, with my own thoughts (without any mundane distractions) & hopefully with something deeper.
It will be a night to remember.
Do you ever have times of solitude? Time to yourself to think, to refocus & reconnect with what is truly important to you? If you do, I’d like to hear about them. Leave me a comment below & tell me about how you use your times of solitude to enrich your life.
Until next time, Blessed Be.