How ironic that this post got swallowed in my blog — and didin’t appear. But here it is — in honor of Scribbit’s Write Away Contest about Adventure.
Summer screams for adventure. We usually see it in our minds as an outdoor excursion – something that involves something like White Water River, or a mountain or an animal, and a touch of danger. But I think adventure is something that gives us a slight internal shift – just enough to take us out of our comfort zone.I could tell you about my adventures of my first week at the lake house – when we didn’t have a toilet, and how that changed my definition of “spa” dramatically. Or the time when I jumped out of an airplane, and feeling a depth of love for the soil of the Earth that I had never experienced before. The real story of adventure is not in the adventure itself – it’s how the adventure transformed you because of the experience. A person who survived being stuck in an elevator for a weekend might have the same love the earth as I felt after my jump from the airplane.
When I planned to spend a month at the lake, I knew it would be good for us to get away from the everyday routine. This would give us the chance to drop our “attachments” to things. But when you leave your everyday routine behind, you might be surprised to find that your “attachments” are different than what you thought they would be. It is not until you loose the ability to maintain your attachments that you discover what you are attached to.
I have found that blogging without WiFi is much harder than I expected. I’m not saying that is necessarily bad. It’s just harder. There is no WiFi on the lake — cell phone coverage is spotty at best – so a wireless card does me little good. So, posting to my blog, checking e-mail and staying current is something that requires planning – sometimes days in advance.
But sometimes, just as I’m about to fall asleep, and I realize that it has been 3 or 4 days since I actually saw my blog. There could be a glaring mistake for all of you to see. Or worse, a hacker has made his way into my site and wrecked havoc on everything.
And then, I realize that there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. And this is precisely the point.
Finding peace in the face of this realization is what I was after. I am able to fall asleep, with awareness that there may be a problem, and I’m not going to solve it tonight. At home, where WiFi is available 24×7, I would have crawled out of bed, at 2 a.m., just to check on things. Just because I could. Not because I needed to.
Adventure, whether it involves some kind of danger, or rush, or new experience is merely a tool that we use to get away from the props of our lives — the TV, the telephone, the game systems, the computer. But leaving these props behind does not necessarily give you a free pass to automatic freedom from your attachments. The real treasure lies in how you respond when you do exist without these props. Who do you become as you are doing this?
In fact, the real gift from “getting away from it all” comes when you realize that you aren’t really getting away from anything. You’re just clearing the decks, and looking at what’s been underneath all along.
I wonder, how all of this will change my life when I go back home, where all the props are within easy reach, once again.
So, what attachments are you dropping this summer?
Entered in Scribbit’s Write Away Contest
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