This post isn’t really about raising explorers. It’s a little personal reflection, getting in touch with nature kind of post, disconnecting to re-connect and all that. It could also just be titled “Going Bush” or “Escape to the Country”, but I like my cliches techno.
We arrived home yesterday from a week-long stay at a farm in the bush with no Internet. Well, there was this spot in the back room, no more than a couple of centimetres from the window, where a bar might pop up now and then, but it wasn’t good for much. That meant no Facebook, no email, and no blogging. Alright, so a few days into our stay we worked out that there was a hotspot in the corner of the kitchen, next to the dusty teapot, but I didn’t use it much. Well, not too much. I didn’t even update my status from the farm! Not once!
Don’t get me wrong, I am nature girl; “I’d rather be a forest than a street” and all that. I love the outdoors, trekking mountains and jungles and canyons and camping out are things I love. I just also have a slight attachment these days to the online world. That said, it was definitely good for me to get away. Although disconnecting was a little (read: very) nauseatingly weird at first, I got the hang of it and found myself feeling quite liberated. Kids and hubby off chasing sheep, I sat alone on a hill overlooking the farm dam, wine in hand, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I even think I may have had an original one (a thought, that is), but I can’t remember what it was now. Oh well. The view was spectacular, anyway.
Spending time with family (my parents, sis and bro-in-law and their kids came along, so P and B had cousins to play with, and we had adults with whom to share conversation, and a few bottles of red), breathing the mountain air, chilly and fresh, the tantalising aromas of woodsmoke and cow dung on the breeze, and just the general tranquility of the place (not unlike the famed Bonnydoon) were restorative remedies for a busy life.
Stay tuned for another post about our farmstay. It was a hoot for the kids – I have to tell you all about our little explorers!
Note: reading books on my iPad doesn’t count as using a device, ok? There’s nothing quite like sitting by a campfire, or in a little clearing amid knee-high grass, next to the sheep and wombat poo, iPad in hand, devouring a novel. It looks weird, but get used to it. It’s the future, people!