Getting a rest from routine.
My father shook my chubby arm gently. “Time to go!”, he whispered trying not to wake my younger sister next to me. “Ah”, I remembered our plan. I was big enough now, eleven, we were going to walk the dunes before sunrise, before anyone else got up. I slipped out of my bunk in our little vacation cottage near the sea, pulled on my clothes and joined my father and brother for a morning of “waking up the dew” as it was called.
We skipped breakfast and carried a sandwich for later. I will never forget the grown-up feeling of being an adventurer, sitting there on top of the dune watching the dawn slowly color the sea, eating that liverwurst sandwich, dew forming little bubbles on the beach grass, my feet boring into the wet sand to find some warmth from yesterday’s sunshine.
“I won’t have to wash my face and arms when we get back today, won’t I?” I asked.
“No you won’t, Nature has done the washing for you”, my father answered.
This is how I learned that breaking the routine is a journey into feeling new, different.
The excitement of that day has stayed with me and fueled many of my escapades, from rowing at dawn, swimming in the ocean at midnight, eating raw foods for six months, not eating for weeks, all to have that experience of newness, which happens when I break the routine of everyday living.
Travel is just that, a rest from routine. A tiring rest maybe if you hike a trail, fly long distance, paddle the ocean, but a rest nonetheless. The rest from what you do routinely is a renewal for the spirit, an opening to new possibilities, new perspectives.
It is spring, let nature wake you up to a change of routine. Travel for five minutes. Step outside as it gets light. Have you heard? The birds are singing again.