Grabbing my Attention
My husband Tom suggested an impromptu picnic lunch atop Hurricane Ridge - a fairly quick drive from our home.
With lunches stowed in our backpacks, we hiked to an overlook of the Bailey Ridge - a group of snow-capped mountains in the Olympics.
We had everything we needed - a view, privacy (except for a couple of curious deer), and sunshine.
We also had everything we didn’t need - a cellular signal.
No emails. No phone calls. No text messages or news feeds to follow. Nothing grabbing my attention - except the beauty around me.
We followed a quiet path, outside the boundaries of 21st-century connections.
I breathed in the alpine air and enjoyed my untethered freedom.
My media over-attachment often challenges my resolve to focus on what's right in front of me.
I absorb concerns that I'm not equipped to do anything about.
Nature - and the absence of a cell signal - was mindful medicine.
More impromptu lunch dates in the wilderness and less screen time? That's a win-win.
