Escapism. It’s a precious thing to be able to clear the mind. To sit quietly by yourself, in a place outside your comfort zone (by that I mean, not your local coffee shop… you know, the one with the free wi-fi, where you sit in that same spot by the window…)
Time stands still. You become acutely aware of your surroundings. Bhuddists would call it being mindful. More present.
I’m building this into my writing habit. It’s a negotiation I make with my schedule. I swap one hour of escapism for one hour at the gym.
Lately, I’ve taken to walking in the woods to resolve the mind/body trade off. Once a week, while the trees are full of life and birds dip into the river, I make my way to serenity. Voila—two birds—one stone.
Once a week. It’s not a lot, but it doesn’t need to be.
The rewards are enormous when compared to the noise of life in a digital culture. Fresh ideas pop. Problems find perspective. That theory I’ve been stuck on unlocks like magic.
Technology gives us so much. But it also taketh away. It distracts us from our most precious tool—our imagination.
Summer’s almost over. There’s still time to go into the woods.
Where can you carve out an hour of precious peace?
Not every day, maybe. But from time to time, it’s just the ticket.