Something about getting a Phil&Sebastian's chai latte on a brisk morning makes me feel nostalgic.
I felt it this morning, felt the call. I was folding laundry and considering whether or not I wanted to jump right into photo editing when I thought "Hey, this would all be easier with some P&S". And so, I stopped mid-folding, put on one of Colin's t-shirts and baseball hats (easier than showering) and set off. Without a personal mug, because there's just something about those black and yellow paper cups...
It was delicious, all twelve blocks of the walk. I drank it in. It's still August but the sky was cloudy and the air was cool and my fingers got a little chilled. It reminded me of every 'first day of school' ever, and those are some of my favourite feelings. The freshness, the apprehension, the concrete buildings, the groggy quiet, cozy hoodies and new jeans... I love it. Every grey breeze and lonely bird cry, and my slightly tingly, too chilly toes, I savoured and let fill my soul.
Our holiday to the coast last week was a lot of fun. We jam packed it full of restaurants and visits and coffee shops and ocean walks. But it is funny, as I think of some of my favourite moments of the trip, they were the least active and mostly unremarkable parts of the trip. We went to White Rock one afternoon as we planned to meet some friends there in the evening. We hadn't brought towels, or bathing suits, or good walking shoes, and had little interest in the restaurants there. Our afternoon consisted of just sitting by the sea. We stood in it for a while, dug through the sticks and stones looking for sea glass, and played "first to hit that rock with this rock wins" for quite a while. It was the best.
Our ferry rides to and from Vancouver Island were magical. Completely unscheduled time, in between time really, far from the destination. But the peace of the sea, the sunset, the freedom, the wind that tangled my hair into a million little knots...that is where we found peace.
It's very easy for me to forget that 'unscheduled time' doesn't mean 'wasted time'. The success of a trip doesn't have to be based on the volumes of sushi and coffee we consumed, though that is always a nice component. Just being in the moment, with God, nature, our thoughts, each other, that is where the heart&soul filling joy seems to flow from.
A lady lent me a book yesterday about the importance of getting outside with your children on a regular basis. I was emotional within the first page. There is just something wonderful about intentional, unstructured time. A couple lines...
-15 Minutes Outside, Rebecca P. Cohen