Traveling the gritty road of real life inevitably results in a build up of dirt and sweat. The nasty gnats of everyday living start to obscure the headlights of heart, soul, and insight. One day, you check the oil gauge and find you are two pints low– driving yourself too far down life’s highway. Besides a tune up, you need to get off the road and let the engine cool.
I pulled off the road on June 10.
Off the Grid.
After a more than pleasant one week return last year to the only vacation place of my childhood, I went back to Pleasant Lake for two weeks this time. They have removed the 1950s billboards that used to point you to its quiet sandy shores. Except for the nostalgia, I am grateful that it is hard to find. It looks much like it did when we visited those few times in the 60s.
Repairing the seat of the soul.
From my experience, it takes about a week to clear the system of toxins created by operating in daily living. Time to purge the bad and soak in the sun, scent of white pines and sand, clear the head, and see the technicolor of small things like roadside wild roses and spiderwort.
The return of inspiration.
Although the small anxieties of everyday did not disperse until day 7, day 1 I began filling my journal as I pondered by the lake. On day two, I began to sketch and began by abstracting shoreline shakes and exploring variations on the colors encompassing the lake. And there was much more to come . . .