As I write I am holding my phone. It is plugged into the car charger because it is nearly out of gas. That’s because it has become a fairly permanent fixture to my body. In many ways it has become my portal to the world. In other words, I interact with reality through my phone. I get my news through the phone. I interact with work through my phone. I conduct my personal life through my phone. It’s the first thing I look at in the morning and the last thing I glanced at before closing my eyes at night. I used to get on to my kids and be annoyed that they were on their phones too much. Now they could claim that the reverse is true.
The tough thing is that it is genuinely hard to put the phone down and leave it alone. That’s partly why we created Wit’s End. At the edge of the wilderness, with no cable, internet, Wi-Fi, or cell phone signal to speak of, Wit’s End is our place to break away from the artificial reality created by our connection to the cell phone. For our family and our guests it’s a place to clear your head, remember who you are, and reconnect with people, ideas, and the tactile beauty and complexity of creation. I am convinced that humanity needs these kinds of places to unplug and reconnect.
Time and time again the wilderness is lifted up in my faith tradition as a place to encounter the Holy. It’s likely that humanity has needed quiet places away from the din of society since the beginning of time in order to more fully taste, touch, receive, feel, listen, see, and encounter truth, love, and healing. Natural places of quiet beauty grant us a break from our experience of reality, and provide a soothing tonic to our minds, bodies and spirits. They also allow us the space to connect and reconnect with activities, concepts, and people that fuel our growth and development as members of humanity and creation.
To get a feel for one such “quiet” place or to book your own recuperative stay investigate the links below.
Until next time,
As much as I love the outdoors, plants, flowers, and good food, you would think that I would also be a vegetable gardner. There was a time many years ago that I kept a garden and what a joy it was. It sounds crazy, but I can’t seem to make room in my life, at the moment, for this joy-filled activity. However, I have made a promise to myself that I will get back to it and now I am making that same promise to you. In the meantime I live vicariously through my neighbors in the mountains. At this time of the year I see them returning to their garden plots. The smell of rich earth is back as last year’s tender growth is plowed under and the soil is prepared to receive fresh seed. While not automatic, but like clockwork, the cycle of life that God created on earth continues in perpetual motion with the dawning of a new spring. I am amazed that the earth and all its complex systems, spring to attention with resilience ready to bear a new season’s worth of life. I wonder about myself. Do I share any similarities with this resilient earth? I think so. Can I too bear a fresh crop of fruit and new life? Maybe. Like the earth, I believe I need a little cultivating by the Master Gardener…
SPIRIT OF THE LIVING GOD, be the gardener of my soul. For so long I have been waiting, silent and still experiencing a winter of the soul. But now, as I anticipate the bud break of spring, I dare to ask:
Clear away the dead growth of the past,
Break up the hard clods of custom and routine,
Stir in the rich compost of vision and challenge,
Bury deep in my soul the implanted Word,
Cultivate and water and tend my heart,
Until new life buds, opens and flowers.
May it be so. Amen.
**** I adapted this prayer, entitled “Be the Gardener of My Soul” that was originally written by Richard Foster.
Spring is finally here and it’s time to make plans to take advantage of the warming temperatures and the ever-changing beauty of spring. Here’s a great idea to get into nature!
My kids and my niece and nephews all enjoyed swimming in the cold clear waters of Lake Conasauga on Labor Day.
Looking for a great day trip this spring? Maybe something a little off the beaten path? Check out the area around Lake Conasauga in the Chattahoochee National Forest of north Georgia. It is an awesome adventure for the whole family. At 3200 feet above sea level, Lake Conasauga, located near Ellijay, GA, is the highest mountain lake in the state. Due to its elevation and cooler temperatures, going there is like taking a trip to Pennsylvania for the day without having to get on a plane. The remote lake, surrounding campground, hiking trails, and nearby fire tower (which is an adventure all to itself), are all set on the edge of the western blue ridge range of the Appalachian Mountains. Even the gravel road which carries explorers to the area is a fun adventure (4 wheel drive is NOT required). The link below has outstanding information about the lake and the surrounding area.
Consider staying nearby: As the crow flies, Lake Conasauga is just 60 miles from Atlanta, but due to the nature of the topography, its remoteness, and the fact that you can only get there via a dirt road, it could take up to 3 hours to get there. Hence, you may want to check out cabin rental accommodations in the area. One option is Wit’s End. It is located in a picturesque valley at the very foot of the Cohutta Mountains about as close to the lake as you can get before entering the national forest and climbing into the mountains.
For a photo montage of this remarkable property go to https://m.facebook.com/WitsEndConasauga/
To check availability go to http://abnb.me/EVmg/BKEhfJiIEB
The photo above could have been taken on a cold bleak November day, but I snapped it this morning (March 18) while standing on my deck. While I am ready to move on to the new life and growth associated with spring, this oak tree is bent on hanging on to the past. Why DO some trees hold onto their leaves throughout the winter and into the spring? I did a little research and found the article below. It sheds some light on the issue, but doesn’t answer the question definitively. It’s another unsolved mystery of creation. The good news is that when spring finally gets underway, this oak’s marcescent (see below) leaves will finally fall when they are thrust off the limb by new leaves taking their place. Sometimes we are like these leaves. We hang on to old growth, and don’t move on until we forced to…
In my reasearch I learned two vocabulary words. The first is “marcescence”, the term used to describe leaf retention by deciduous trees. The other is “abscission”, the process a tree uses to shed their leaves. Enjoy the article below and the fancy words that illuminate but ultimately don’t explain “why”.
This is the post excerpt.
One of my earliest backpacking memories began with night falling quickly in the woods. It seems to go from light to dark almost instantly in the woods, particularly in the late fall. Our backpacking party had just bedded down in our sleeping bags. Out of no where there was a shriek that pierced the cold dark silence.
It was a female voice. The panic grew with each cry for help. Unsure what to do, I threw on a T-shirt and stumbled into the darkness with flashlight in hand. With fear and trembling I moved toward the sound of the screams, unsure what I would find. Was it a bear mauling? An a assault by another person? I felt like I was living in a horror movie. I could now hear banging AND screaming. Armed with flashlight and nothing more this young teenager was prepared to go into battle. The beam of my flashlight landed on what appeared to be a shack and I could tell the noise was coming from that direction. Despite my own fear of what might be attacking I used my deepest and most mature voice as I hollered, “Mam, how can I help you? Mam? With backup right behind me, I hoped my voice would maybe scare off the attacker. And then the most bizarre thing happened…
In a quieted and somewhat annoyed tone I heard her say, “yes, somehow I locked myself in the outhouse. Can you let me out?”
Crisis averted! Upon returning home I was rewarded for my heroism and awarded a Superman T-Shirt by the lady who I rescued. Good natured teasing ensued from all my fellow camping mates, including my mother, who was on the trip. They were all right behind me that night and had keenly observed my crouching as I prepared for a ghastly and frightening scene. It was just someone stuck in an outhouse!
These days when danger is near and I don’t know what to expect, especially in the dark, I still have a tendency to brace for the worst. I think we all do. Fortunately, the handle on the outhouse door was jimmied and it was an easy escape, but you couldn’t tell the captive that her plight was no big deal. It was dark, she was trapped and she needed help, with a capital “P”.
Sometimes the smallest things elicit the greatest reaction from us especially when they strike at our deepest, darkest fears. As we grow and mature it is my prayer that we learn techniques that allow us to breath and stay calm in the midst of the whirlwind. After all it might just be that the latch on the door is stuck.