Thoughts from "being there": Our island weekend

July 7, 2009

It seems a shame that after a 5 day trip away from home I only have time to write one measly post about our getaway. I have too much else to share this week to spend any more time than that remembering in words our wonderful extended weekend. (More photos from our trip at this post.)

I read a quote from Annie Dillard's book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek this weekend that gives a glimpse into why I value being out in nature, away from home. And why I think it's worth all the effort and preparation to get there. (The book by the way is not my favorite and I don't plan on reading past page 10, I just can't get into it.)

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

For me, spending time outdoors with my family is about choosing to "be there". To be in a place and space where I can see all the beauty of creation and soak in it, be challenged by it, appreciate it, revel and awe in it; to be changed and renewed.

I'd love to tell you all about our trip but you know... the fridge is empty, the laundry is piled up (it's raining yet again which makes catching up difficult), the buying club order needs to get done and there's over 300 hundred photos to sift through.

camp latte: it doesn't get better than this

So here's just a few random memories

our campsite on the edge of a cliff with the view of the Bay of Fundy from our picnic table
the early morning thunderstorms that sent us running to the car for protection
snacking on locally harvested dulse bought at the Saturday morning Farmer's Market
sharing the experience with my parents and their gourmet camp cooking (my dad made that latte)
hiking along an ocean cliff trail in the fog - warning the children to not run ahead for fear of falling over
the sound of the surf and the foghorn's consistent warning day and night
Brienne losing her first top tooth
napping on the beach when the sun finally did break through
glowing camp fires along the cliffs
the screech of gulls and chatting of birds
feasting on wild strawberries
children dirtier and happier than I thought possible
ferries and fishing boats
the juniper-scented ocean air, breathing never smelled so good