I’ve discovered this really nice time of night – right after dusk – when you can do a long exposure and still capture the glow in a sky that looks dark to the naked eye. Same deal here from the Fourth of July:
Tayrona was a long, lazy time. We found that two nights was plenty because there was really nothing to do, so we sat around waiting for events like dinner or bed once it had gotten too dark to wander. Sometimes all it takes is a day or two of timeless paradise to satisfy that need for slow living. I imagine it’s a difficult transition for people from our culture, but I also think that after a couple months it would be deep in you. It’s times like these that make me wonder what productivity is. Would reading a book count? What makes up a life? Friends? A calendar? Cooking? A phone?
If you stripped everything away and sat down on a beach, what few things could you add back in that would make a fulfilling life and wouldn’t feel like a waste of time?