I hide a lot when I’m on vacation. Not from anyone in particular, just from the world. The cave is safe, and warm and protected, and I don’t have to think much when I’m in it..
But once in a very great while I am reminded that it’s worth getting myself out into the world. And when I do, I realize that I don’t actually do that often enough.
It’s so easy in this world of instant gratitification to get completey caught up in our own personal world – and so we don’t go anywhere. It’s cold and dark and scary out there after all
But it’s also beautiful in the world outside your windows. I was reminded of that, walking down the the gravel-laden beach across the street from my house, greeting people walking their dogs, sitting on a piece of driftwood watching a flock of Canada geese in the bay sillohuetted against the twilight.
I need to get out more. In more ways than just getting myself outside apparently…