In praise of rest
Tunes for a Monday Morning

It's Offline Week here at Bumblehill

The laughing dog

Speaking of rest, work/life balance, and taking things one step at a time (as we were in Saturday's post), the week ahead is an Offline Week for me so that I can focus on a work deadline. Also, as long time readers know, I take periodic breaks from life online in order to make sure my roots are firmly grounded in the land underfoot and the life and community around me...which I think is a good practice in this digital age.

Tilly and I will be back on Monday, May 6. Happy trails till then!

The week begins...

"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”  – Edward Abbey (1927-1989)

The journey itself

(Do feel free to carry on the conversations in the various Comment threads, and I'll join in again next week.)

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