Do you remember the olden days when we didn't have the internet? When the Facebook creators were still in diapers? When Twitter was something that birds did in the Spring? When a phone was confined to the house and a cell was the building block of the body? Well, I had forgotten. Until now. For the past 8 days, JP, the pups and I have been hard at rest in the Mad River Valley, VT. Surrounded by two feet of freshly fallen snow, we hunkered down in an amazing old farmhouse in a back hollow of the Green Mountains. No phone, no internet, no television. Simply being. Figuring out how to enjoy quiet again - reminding ourselves to mindfully catalog the moments that truly matter.
So, in the spirit of introspection, rather than using words, I'm going to show you how magic this week was. And how grateful I am that humble little towns - yet unscathed by the cacophony in which we live - still exist.