Hammock Time
I’m writing this long overdue post from my hammock in the corner of the garden.
It’s my retreat from a hectic family life and a placebo for everyday existential aches and pains. I guess that everyone has their own little hideyholes where they like to retreat from the everyday noise and restore the signal strength of their own thoughts.
The desire for occasional solitude has been a constant throughout my life. I’ve always been quite content with my own company which probably comes from being an only child and a bit of a dreamer to boot. Now that I have kids of my own, I especially love watching them playing unawares, reliving my own childhood obsessions of comic books, Star Wars figures and generally reconfiguring the world through imagination.
It’s never been more important to have a mental escape than now, as decisions mount up like so many unpaid bills and electronic distractions nibble away at the edges of daily life. If you have a couple of stout trees that can support your weight, I recommend you string a hammock between and grab some M.E. time.