In the Absence of Stuff

This isn't a stuff blog.  I don't have products or things to promote.  I can get pretty excited about a great pair of shoes, and find me a pretty new dress and this girl will be spinning and singing down the block.   But ask me to write a post on it?  Nope.  Not my thing.  

Give me space and the absence of stuff and you've given me room to breathe.  

In the case of our camping trip last week, the subject was rocks.  I love rocks.  I dream of creating rock walls around our property.  I love finding great big rocks (and than finding great big people to lift and position them just so) and I love the tiny rocks that fit perfectly into the fairy garden or other small planted areas.  I love sitting on rocks, stargazing or sunbathing.  I love holding a rock in my hand as I walk, rubbing my thumb into it, meditating on the shape and feel. 

As it turns out, my children love rocks too.  We arrived to a rather manicured campsite and began setting up.  Within less than an hour my two had collected all the rocks they could find and formed a pathway to our tent. 

 Later, when our friends joined us, the rocks became the major players in a construction drama that unfolded late into the afternoon.

 On our hike the stone steps provided a destination so great that our meandering team of flower collectors swung into full speed for a chance to walk on the great stone steps.

 And later at the water, the stones were arranged in circles to make homes for the crawdads and salamanders we found tucked away into the rivers crevasses.

There is nothing marketable here.  No advertisement running down the side of the page explaining the benefits of spending time in the absence of stuff, but I promise, not all things worth your time are worthy of being advertised.  Just head outdoors, leave things behind you and all around, you will see magic unfold.

Thanks for stopping by,

Cammie