Grounded…

I was grounded yesterday.

Not that kind of grounded.  I’ve never been the “in trouble” kind of grounded.  Seriously… never.  My kids have thankfully never been either.  I mean the Merriam Webster version of grounded:

Mentally and emotionally stable : admirably sensible, realistic, and unpretentious <remains grounded despite all the praise and attention>

Okay, I don’t really know about any of that stuff either.  Here’s my definition of grounded:

“Yeah dude, despite all the swirling chaos of challenges and insecurity and kids and hopes and dreams and anxiousness about life and trying to write… things are pretty good… in fact, things are very good.”

I spent a lot of time with my family yesterday. I felt close, connected. We are not always like that, not that we don’t want to be, it’s just that stuff gets in the way. It’s an anomaly that I can’t quite decipher, how you try to live life, yet somehow life gets in the way of living every moment to its fullest. Kid’s activities, adult activities, work. Like most families, I imagine, it seems sometimes we just pass each other in the kitchen or the hallways on our way to who knows where. Sometimes we struggle just to talk to each other. Sometimes weeks go by in a dizzying blur like those instances when you have driven somewhere, only to arrive at the destination and not remember anything about the drive. I don’t like that, yet I also don’t know how to change it or if I should even worry about trying, as it’s likely perfectly normal.

Yesterday, though, was different. We were all home most of the day. Mother Nature in all of her graciousness offered up a beautiful, sunny, yet crisp Autumn day, and days like that are refreshing and cleansing to people’s spirits.  We all fulfilled our usual obligations; grass was cut, homework was completed, books were read, dishes were washed, a birthday cake was baked, even some TV was watched.  Then, kind of on a whim, as dusk slowly crept in, we went outside and built a fire in our fire pit and decided to cook what are called “hobo dinners” on the fire.  It wasn’t a complete whim, I was practicing for an upcoming scout event, but not an activity most folks would entertain when the electricity in their house is working at full capacity. I won’t go into a lot of detail about hobo dinners other than you take some cabbage leaves, throw in some meat and potatoes and veggies and oil and spices and anything else you desire, wrap it all up in some aluminum foil and set it in the hot coals for twenty minutes or so.  Then you eat it, right out of the foil. Its campfire dining and although it’s not fancy and it’s not gourmet, it’s fun and it’s another memory that my kids can file away in their rapidly filling memory banks. My son even asked if we could do it again tonight!


Later, when the wind whipped up and the temperature dipped, my wife and son retired back to the house to warm up.  My soon to be fourteen year old daughter and I sat outside for a while longer and talked about life and campfires and goats and the moon, which hovered above us in a perfect crescent shape as if eavesdropping on our conversation. My daughter is so interesting these days, caught somewhere between childhood and adult-hood. At times we both sat quietly, transfixed by the flickering flames of a fire that was trying it’s best to run out of fuel and tell us it was time to go back into the house.  For a couple of hours though, that swirling chaos of challenges and insecurity and kids and hopes and dreams and anxiousness about life had been washed away by a warm fire and a moonlit night and my family.

This morning was a typical Monday morning filled with rushing around and disorganization and the pandemonium of getting two kids to school on time.  But I was able to look back on yesterday evening and realize that, perhaps living life to the fullest is not what we often think it should be. Perhaps living life to the fullest is not about fame and fortune or traveling to exotic locales or even dreaming of getting your writing published. Perhaps living life to the fullest requires nothing but a warm fire and a simple, quiet evening with people you love and for a brief moment, feeling grounded.

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21 responses to “Grounded…

  1. bigsheepcommunications

    Awesome.

  2. I don’t know what it is about that damn fire pit, but ever since we moved, I love sitting out there with a beer, the kids, the wife or just by myself & relaxing. It’s great. Awesome post buddy.

  3. That transitional time where they’re growing into teens is really a great time. Congrats on being perceptive enough to pick up on it. So many people are afraid of their kids at that time.

  4. That’s the writing that I love the bestest. Nice. 😉

  5. We have a cabin that the extended family gathers at in the summer. The best part – campfires! (And s’mores, of course!)

  6. jennygoth

    looks and sounded a great day nice days stay with you all your life xxjen

  7. Have you never noticed that often the world’s poorest people actually look the happiest?

  8. Do you eat the cabbage leaves? What is their function?

    note: I did enjoy this post, and it made me think of conversations I had with my mother when I was 13, 14, and 15 years old.
    I don’t have kids, but I know what the look like. hee hee!

    • You can eat the cabbage leaves if you are a cabbage fan. Their function is to keep everything in a nice moist package. Without them, the food tends to burn to the aluminum foil. Cabbage is known to cause gas though… so beware!

  9. Love this post – it’s all about the way I am trying to live now – mindfully and slowly. Just that you can put it into such beautiful words is awesome.

  10. Thank you, and that’s a good way to live. I appreciate the kind comments.

  11. I’d love to feel that way more often. Thanks for giving me a glimpse of what it could be like. . .

    • Jared, you’re in a tough period right now with your kids being toddlers and as great as they are most of the time it wears you down. No question about that. Don’t worry, I can’t claim to feel grounded that often either. I consider that restlessness a sign of greatness to come!! 🙂

  12. I also love this post. Thanks for the photos, too. I do not have a firepit, but considered getting one this year, after having a few trees removed, and now plenty of firewood… but, alas, my neighbors hauled it all off to go camping!

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