We convened our own family foundation this week; I talk about it a little over at Big Hearted Families. I’m still surprised at how much the girls look forward to this little family ritual. They’re even learning to meditate, one quiet, contemplative moment at a time.
In other wanderings, we lost ourselves in the woods after school last Friday. It brought to mind my favorite Muir quote:
“Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”
Though we did not wander for a week, our hour and a half lost in the trees restored us. The drama of the many colored leaves transplanted the drama of our busy week. The sense (if not exactly the reality) of a path newly forged energized even our tired little kindergartner. Max, he of many passions, refused all assistance, charging over logs and knocking down underbrush like the world’s smallest mountain man.
And we all shared our discoveries with one another as if we’d just awaken over the rainbow, a mushroom here, a spectacularly gnarled tree over there, and… just watch that chipmunk!
We enjoyed ourselves so much we almost lost track of the time. We chased daylight home, and greeted the slow cooker full of steamy soup as if it were a visiting chef from a chic restaurant downtown. So I am reminded again that even as I strive to live a purposeful, intentional life, the unplanned moments of connection and peace are always better.