I just spent the last 24 hours out at Camp Kawkawa.
Intended purpose? Silence.
Mission accomplished? Not entirely.
Was it worth it? Yes.
I did some reading, some journaling, some visioning...visioneering...uh...dreaming. I wrote. I kayaked. I waited. I listened. And amongst other things I heard the music from the camp over that spoke of tequila making someone's clothes fall off and someone else holding a beer while their girlfriend got kissed.
Brought the whole time to a close with a family canoe trip when they came to pick me up.
Now I'm back at home and ready for another week.
Why isn't it normal to do this more often?