We spent the week in northern Wisconsin, visiting my parents on land that I have visited almost every summer of my half-century. It was a good visit.
While there, I had extremely limited internet access. And when we went to town, I struggled with getting wifi to work on my computer.
As a result, for the past week I had no twitter conversations, no facebook at all, no blogging (reading or writing), intermittent email. Everything that I check hourly, I didn’t.
We’re home. I have full access again. And, as you can tell by the fact that I am posting after we have been home less than an hour, I’m not prolonging my time away with a more intentional fast.
Part of my quick writing is because I often write to find out what I think and feel. And I haven’t been writing this week.
But I have been living.
We stared at stars a lot. We talked. We spent time on a river and in a wildlife preserve and with family. I wrestled with the end of several stages of life and the corresponding beginnings of new stages of life.
I’ll be thinking here a lot over the new few weeks as we send a daughter to college, a son to an apartment, Nancy to an office with two bosses gone, and me to the fall. I’m glad I’m back. I’m glad I was gone.