Friday, June 12, 2020
Glenda and I are vacationing at a cabin in the White Mountains of Northern Arizona about 20 miles east of Payson. As a retiree without employment, I’m learning a lesson that I think I needed: How to take a break from doing nothing.
I noticed this morning that time seems different here and now. It has less meaning. I arose at first light and watched the eastern horizon become bright with a new day’s sun. I had a light and easy breakfast and prepared Glenda’s protein shake. I did my 20-minute yoga routine. I took a shower and dressed. And through it all I didn’t care what time it was. I not only don’t need to be anywhere else, I have absolutely no plans to go anywhere else. Other than the small necessities of living (preparing food, cleaning up afterward) there is NOTHING I must do. Nothing that needs done. Nothing that calls for my attention. The cares of the world could be light-years away. And that truly does make time feel different.
I haven’t had any deep thoughts nor epiphanies nor do I feel like I need any.
The word ‘vacation’ has an etymology and a heritage: Empty time; a time to be unoccupied. I’ve taken many ‘vacations.’ Today seems to be the first time I’ve ever truly experienced what empty time feels like.
It feels good—really, really good—to just BE and to breathe. For this I am thankful.