“…Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of experience.” (C. S. Lewis)
Camping trip with the family last week. The women only outnumbered the men 5 to 4, if you don’t count the little daughter/granddaughter/niece still in utero (counting her, it was 6 to 4). That kind of almost-even ratio is a first in our family and it was more of a delight and a blessing than I had ever anticipated. Guys are so different, you know. Conversations took different turns, the days’ activities looked different, more food was consumed (well, probably not that much more, we girls are still notorious eaters in my family)…
We celebrated victory, listened to stories, laughed at funny jokes, accents, and general silliness. We touched my sister’s belly and whispered love through the greenhouse walls where the newest member of the family is preparing to burst forth into our lives. We walked long trails, rowed around the lake, caught fish and ate them as our ancestors probably did for centuries before we learned to shop the frozen section. The campfires were smoky. Our collection of ice chests and tents was laughable, but delightful. We came together as family, as friends, to feed each other and share life together, even if only for a few nights.
I am not generous with perfection. (A couple of my sisters are much more open-minded about beauty and perfection, and I would do well to learn from them). But this was perfect, every moment.