Just back from a self-imposed exile into the wilderness - far away from the madding crowd of electronic gadgets of any sort. It was somewhat of a voluntary computer rehab.
My only contact with the so-called real world was the odd local newspaper and radio station, which seemed more focussed on 'Back to School' ads and country music respectively. As a result, I am feeling a bit like Rip Van Winkle trying to catch up.
I would be most appreciative if you would clue me in on the latest news, since I am so out of touch. You play the blogger, and I'll just sit back and relax.
Let me suggest that you take an opportunity to get back to nature sometime, if you haven't done it already. Take the time to go up to God's country in northern Ontario and feel the fresh lake breeze on your face. Inhale clean air and watch the sunlight glimmering on the rippling waves. Listen as they lap onto the rocks near shore. Savour the taste of a summer sausage sandwich while fishing in a boat with nothing but reeds, islands and 'Truman Show' clouds all round you.
Sit back in the evening and listen to the loons as they swoop and call out their soft mournful song. Watch the clouds turn to cotton candy blue and pink as the sun sets behind the tall bending pines in the west.
Gaze at a million stars in the ink black sky that are hidden from the urban eye. Reflect on all of God's gifts.
Appreciate nature - the ebb and flow - the joy of peaceful solitude punctuated with human companionship and an affirmation that we are all one in this incredible world.