Today's Wednesday Festival post comes to us from HotCup Lutheran. I wonder how many of us have managed vacations thus far in the Northern Hemisphere's summer...perhaps there are those who, like me, have suddenly seen the time growing SHORT and have quickly scheduled something...or perhaps this year it just isn't happening.
How are you refreshing at this time of year (or are you?) If not, what are your plans for the next opportunity? Comment here, or share a link to a blog post.
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growing up in the seventies, it was probably the influence of "the brady bunch"... but family vacations seemed the luxury of all luxuries. not once did our family ever take a vacation. but i could picture it in my head... loading up an avocado station-wagon with it's wood paneled sides, suitcases, a cooler, a lovely picnic basket filled with goodies for lunch. which we'd have perhaps at grandmother's out in the country... her lovely garden, huge front porch, lots of pitchers of home-made lemonade. we might swim in the creek, or not. but it'd be fabulous.
and it was in my imagination... no grandmother's house to go to. no station-wagon to pack. but i'd dream and dream of vacations as a child. i went many places. i climbed steps to lighthouses. i collected rocks. i would color away and dream. i would play with dog outside and dream. i would sip lemonade, made from concentrate, and pretend i was sitting in a rocker on a fine old southern plantation porch.
funny how, what seemed as a luxury... now seems like a given. who doesn't go on vacation? when did this happen i wonder, that vacation became a right? feels like it sometimes... we work hard so we want to play hard and squeeze it into our over-scheduled lives.
only that doesn't fit me, not really. i do have the blessings of a flexible schedule, a home office, and i have learned to set time apart. what i perhaps struggle with then, is the physical getting away. is it worth the expenditure of dollars, to physical get out of town for a bit? or is that being luxuriously silly? this is the ping-ponging going on in my brain. i am reasoning it out... is it worth it to be away?
goodness. how blessed i am to even consider it. i went so far as to google vacations you can take with your dog. i mean really?! yeah... i'm crazy that way. but "summer camp" with agility testing and training for fido, while laughable on one hand, is big bucks on the other!! i don't want to leave bailey-bean right now, not really. we're healing up. we're building trust. i did find some B&Bs in not-too-far-away locations that accept pets... *cough cough* but see bailey... well he's huge for one, and he likes to drool... so uh, maybe the place that's a "cabin" would be awesome... we could walk by the river, and the furniture is all leather, so drool would wipe right off!
i listen to the wives of boonieville, wishing, hoping, praying to get out of town. their farmers, who have livestock, who are in ag... stay rooted and afraid sometimes, flat out unwilling at other times to go. i listen to the widows in the nursing home, who tell me, "if there's something you want to go. something you want to do. something you want to see. don't wait. go, do while you're young. sometimes we wait for tomorrow, either it never gets here, or we wait, and it's too late our body/mind won't let us go." i have friends celebrating anniversaries 20 yrs, 30 yrs and they ponder whether they should get away in celebration... "YES" i tell them. either way, 20 or 30 years, that's an accomplishment and you should get away, nourish the relationship, feed the spark etc. etc. and again husbands are reluctant...
i might have to preach about this again. this "come away and rest" thing Jesus is very clear about.
i might head to a lodge for a get-away all my own. there is a spa even... ooh-la-la... what a gift to be able to afford to go. what a blessing to know i can if i want to. i can go and still pay bills, come home to food in the house, gainful, fulfilling employment, a big drooling dog who loves me no matter whether he gets to come or not. but for now... the imagining is all i'm doing. imagining how rich my life can still yet be, even though it is in so many ways, fuller and blessed far beyond what i hoped for... far beyond what my parent's lives were like.
yet i can hear them saying, "weigh your options kid." the economy is so fragile, agriculture this year with the drought is miserable... harvest will be early and 50 % or less than normal... anxiety is growing... so perhaps, this is the time to breathe deeply, dream a bit, and stay home. perhaps have friends over for dinner. or host a "break-the-heat" bash of some kind. a chance to laugh with friends, listen to them, enjoy them... reach out to them, rather than escape all by myself. oy! what do you think?