What Would It Be Like?

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to say goodbye to the city, to my fast-paced life with a schedule that’s filled every night, and move to a lonely cabin in the woods.

http://www.directive21.com/blog/2013/10/living-off-the-grid-watermill/

Sometimes I wonder, if I stopped following social media and a steady stream of breaking news, if I put myself in a nook in the woods, would I be able to read deeply?

http://alittleshelfofheaven.blogspot.com/2012/12/reading-nook-inspiration.html

If I cast aside my iPhone, would I stop being too busy to get back to people?

http://www.jfgibson.com.au/tag/personal-musings-2/

Would I finally be able to write?

http://baileykent.blogspot.com/2012/07/kate-kennedy.html

Maybe I could write on a typewriter that matches my land line phone.

https://aitype.wordpress.com/tag/1960s/

I would spend my days running on the mountain trails.

http://www.irunfar.com/2011/08/running-in-the-italian-dolomites.html

Maybe I’d even fulfill my childhood dream of owning a horse.

http://www.tnvacation.com/triptales/horseback-riding-in-the-big-south-fork/

I’d spend my nights reading by firelight…

http://www.jasperhotels.com/

…and gazing at the stars on crystal clear nights, unpolluted by human civilization. I would feel small yet significant because I have a place in God’s universe.

http://www.etravelblog.com/the-best-sites-for-star-gazing/

I would be at peace. I would feel alive. I would become myself.

OR…

Would I miss dinners with friends at hitherto-untried restaurants with local farm fresh food?

http://www.ydr.com/local/ci_24253440/diners-eat-york-county-farm-food-city-street

Running, not alone, but together.

Writing that serves a particular function in the real world.

http://line-by-line.us/wordpress/how-to-write-a-press-release/

Finding God between skyscrapers and in the voices of the ever-changing cast of characters in my life.

http://theinvisiblehand.typepad.com/the_invisible_hand/first-and-amistad/

Perhaps the question should be, how can I bring an oasis of stillness, solitude, and rootedness into my daily existence?

“At the still point, there the dance is…”