It is a good thing to be able to leave the world behind, to relax with loved ones, and to just have a little fun. We have done that for the past two nights, sitting around an outdoor fireplace, telling stories of fond and funny memories, singing along with dozens of old Motown hits.
Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, Smokey Robinson, and dozens of artists helped us get our life back into rhythm as we robustly sang along . . . and even broke into a dance or two as the night progressed. We lived for just a few moments with reckless abandon.
Along with my cousins and sister-in-law, we forgot about our work, our responsibilities, our illnesses, our aches and pains. We remembered only our good memories from the past, and we told one another about the past life experiences that brought us to this day.
It was fun. It was relaxing. It was cleansing. It was therapeutic. It was a good thing for us to do. As we serenaded the bears, the coyotes, and the tenants in the next cabin, we became real to one another. It must be the beauty of the mountains, the crackling of the fire, and the freedom of the brilliantly colored trees that encouraged us to hilarity.
On the next day we took in some local shops, and we found the perfect t-shirt. It said “Who let the girls out?” It was yet one more reminder that we do need to let ourselves out of the daily grind often. It’s emotionally, spiritually and physically good for us. Cheers to the North Georgia mountains!
And to whoever let the girls out . . . thanks!