Into the Wild

This past weekend, my wife and I took a wondrous journey back to a place time forgot. The land before the internet. Even before electricity. And running water.

We were quite comfortable, mind you, but we stayed in a treehouse without any of the so-called modern conveniences. A place where, at night, it was so dark you couldn’t see two feet in front of your face — that is, until your eyes adjusted and then suddenly¬†the glowing nighttime world of the forest emerged, hauntingly lit by distant moonlight bouncing of fog.

Rain fell the entirety of our stay, which only worked to increase¬†our feeling of separation from the modern world. It was, in a word, divine. I’m not saying I could easily live there permanently, but for this weekend, it was just the right level of unplugged.

Of course, you’re reading this on my website, from a post I typed on my computer. I write my books on my laptop. All these things require modern conveniences. Every day life is overrun with such things. So, while I didn’t add any pages to the fourth John Black book, I did get some incredibly important time to recharge my batteries.

On one wall of the treehouse, someone had scribbled a few phrases worth heeding:

Take your shoes off.

Go outside.

Feel the earth.

So do it. Don’t worry, the modern world will still be here when you get back.

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