The final sunset on our escape to stillness.
Some sights are not meant to be captured.
And there are no words to describe the quiet of a seaside ceiling of stars, meteors showering upon my sleeping family, as an owl swoops.
Beyond Description
Booting Up
My last keyboard strokes before disconnecting from electricity for the next 4 days.
I’ll miss the Archives but look forward to multiple days with nothing to do but chop wood and carry water. Jeb comes with me. As well as Jeb’s dad (which I’ve noted is a person I haven’t spent 24 hours with in about 7 years). It’s a family affair in the jungle, bound to be as unique as our little ‘family’, itself.
The trip is really for Jeb. But I think the gods know that I’m in dire need of a little time by the river with nothing to do but smell the ginger flowers.
I’ll be here to share about the journey when I get back on the other side. Until then, this laptop and my cell phone are powering down.
Sharpening
My last 48 hours have gone from meditative silence, to an all-night relay for cancer awareness, to three hours on the phone with Apple tech support, to the hand sharpening of 24 pencils.
Today is Jeb’s first day of second grade. He’s transitioning from a small, independent school to our town’s six-acre public elementary school. I’ve got the jitters and must appear casual, yet supportive. Positive, but not overly enthusiastic.
I have prepared lunch in advance. His backpack is loaded with school supplies, including the requested “24 #2 pencils, sharpened.”
We’re out the door in 45 minutes.
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