We don’t do enough of those kind of things. We tend to either stay put in the house and putter around, maybe take a hot tub or watch a movie, sometimes we go for a walk on the beach or down our country road for the sake of some sort of exercise, or we leave for the whole day and fill it with shopping, entertainment and dining, or we leave for a day or weekend of a planned experience of some sort. Rarely, however do we leave for a simple time together in nature with nothing to do and nowhere to go, sit down on the forest floor and take out a simple picnic and just talk and listen to each other for no particular purpose, except that it is nourishing to our spirits. What truly amazes me is that we are both creative and spirit filled beings who know how to do this simple thing and yet we forget so totally and completely. Complex and Hard have become so normal that we even tried to complexify packing up our little picnic, and when we got to the trees that gave us a little laugh. Sometimes things CAN be simple and sweet. I know this, Karen knows this, and yet we forget it so easily. Part of what made it so nice is that it was outside of our box of what we do on a day off. So if we did simple little picnics every weekend, turned it into a plan and even explored different lovely places, that would be nice and even great for awhile and then it too would become a stale habit if done too regularly. So the key to simple and easy is to have a smorgasborg of possibilities that we can easily pick from and then just GO. Because the truth of it is that once I get out in the woods, or by the lake, or on top of the mountain, hill, canyon, or whatever I don’t care what I am doing or talking about. I really just care that I am breathing and loving and connecting with my beloved and with the nature that is all around me. I don’t have to pitch a tent and stay for a week, I just need to go, breathe, and love.
Another nice thing about a picnic (at least my kind of picnic, knife, cheese, sausage, bread, and wine) is that it is easy to carry and I can get some good 2/3s in walking to a good site, and it is easy to practice 1/3 moderation with. I just don’t want to keep stuffing my face because to slice and break and chew takes a certain commitment that when you’re done you really are. So it is a remarkably good 1/3 2/3s experience. So for my accountability for yesterday I’d say yes to breakfast; 2 very small poached eggs on rye toast and half a glass of grapefruit juice. Lunch; aforementioned picnic in the Redwoods. Dinner; beans and rice, salad, some restraint practiced and not much moderation, also eaten in front of the TV so dinner gets maybe 80/100, everything else impeccable.