This week, I’ve found bliss. Again.
Every year at the beginning of summer we have a family camping trip. A full week of tent living, away from the rest of the world. No rules. No schedules. No routines. No screens. Just family, fishing, swimming, s’mores and enough laughter to carry us through the year.
It’s like magic. A major soul recharge. Baptism by campfire. All fueled by presence. Because here, free from agendas and obligations, we can just show up.
The week is always gone too fast, and before we know it we’re back to the grind. But this year, I want it to be different. When I go back, there will be more unplugging. More presence. More whole-heartedness. Because this is something we should commit to for our daily lives, not just a week here or a weekend there.