Last night, there was too much noise.
There was enough noise and mayhem to send me running for the sleeping bags and outdoor gear.
We’re heading out of the city to unplug, recharge, refocus and relax.
I’ve traveled in too many directions lately, juggled too many balls. This week, I lost my way and dropped all the balls. I feel a little like Humpty Dumpty. This is surely a sign that I need a break.
I need to get away from a lot of things. Mainly I need a break from the noise.
Yesterday, within a few miles of our home, a home exploded from a natural gas leak, then a tanker truck crashed on the freeway, resulting in multiple explosions, causing a raging inferno, followed by a bridge collapse.
Once I read about the accident online (thank you, Twitter) the wail of sirens, the buzzing of helicopters, which must have been in the background all along, came to the fore. Toss in the jerk neighbor and his endless supply of illegal fireworks and the marching band practicing two blocks away and you get the idea of the Symphony of Chaos.
Independently, these things do not bother me. I like marching bands. Fireworks, when ample warning is given or it’s a holiday, are dandy. A random siren, a chopper overhead, are not really a big deal to me. Last night, the cacophony nearly unhinged me.
I had a hard time falling asleep last night. Too much to worry about. Not much in the way of solutions. Not to mention the thoughts about all the folks involved in these disasters. What traumas are they working through today?
It’s time to escape for a few days. It’s time to get off the grid. It’s time to unplug and unwind.
I know not everyone is into camping or roughing it. It’s a lot of work. But it renews my spirit to follow the rhythms of nature.
We will not have: television, cable, Internet service, or electricity of any sort. We will not have running water. Phone service will be spotty at best.
We will have: peace broken only by birds calling, deer snorting, assorted woodland creatures gnawing and shuffling and clawing about. We will have the sunrises and sunsets to ourselves. We will have a starry night to take our breath away, complete with shooting stars, and if we are lucky, aurora borealis.
While I am breaking out in hives and hyperventilating about the idea of disconnecting, I know it’s what my soul needs now.
I need time to wake up with the sunrise and bird calls, to collect fire wood and cook over an open flame. I need to spread a blanket on the forest floor, crack open a book, and read or daydream or write stories in long hand. I need meditation time on the banks of a woodsy stream.
I tell myself that I do not need to know what’s going on with everyone and everything at every given moment. I do not need to relive Michael Jackson’s hair fire or to know whether the Jonas Brothers are still chaste.
So, I’m giving the keyboard a rest. I won’t be Facebooking; I’ll be facing a book. I won’t be tweeting but I’ll be listening to the chatter of birds. I won’t be blogging, but I will be gathering logs and maybe even hiking by a bog. Maybe I’ll carry some logs along a bog.
I hope it’s quiet where you are.