“Travel takes more than money. It takes the most precious commodity: time. Anyone can buy a car, hand-bag, or shoes, but travel requires energy, bravery, curiosity, and a degree of adventurousness.”
So says hotelier André Balazs.
Outer Banks: The village of Ocracoke
As I set out for my vacation to the Outer Banks (OBX), I read this knowing my next post would focus on my coastal adventures into God’s land. Now, I had a provocative sentiment to ruminate upon…
At this time in my life, André’s reflection is particularly poignant due to recent changes in our workplace. These changes are requiring even more time in the day and more expendable mental energy. Arriving to my vacation destination in Avon, I found myself pulled between being “plugged in” and choosing to NOT be plugged in. Simply put, I was feeling adrift in the OBX.
The commodity of time. Admittedly, it took me four days into the seven day excursion to commit to the release of time. *Sigh 1.* (Thus why Balazs says time is a commodity). Why did it take that long to own the beauty and peace and let myself go? We need to learn how to be intentional to reset minutes of connectivity to minutes of distinct disconnectivity. In some ways, I think we need to give ourselves permission to let go and embrace the moments of restoration. Really? Sigh 2.* When you do, here’s what a seized moment looks like:
Outer Banks: The restorative beauty of a sound sunset in Avon
Energy. I also admit it took mental energy to allow this restoration to occur. I believe the essence of vacations can be distilled to letting go in order to go with the flow. Normally, I’m a pretty “fluid” traveler, yet on this vacation, I was feeling adrift. My reminder came in the form of my lab; he reminded me of the beauty when you seize the moment:
Outer Banks: Bo in God’s swimming pool
Bo equally loves being a sandman
Bravery. See time as commodity.
Curiosity. I fed my curiosity through food. I explored every seafood source I could from the neighborhood monger to the restaurant where the locals were eating. Among the favorites? Steamed local clams and oysters served with seaweed salad, curiously (read surprise!) atop a mound of kosher salt:
Outer Banks: Steamed oysters and clams in Ocracoke
Adventure. I had an epiphany after living in NC for twelve years. Time to explore the OBX. I began in 2011 with a solamente exploration with Bo to Ocracoke. For this year’s backyard adventure, I went to Avon and was blessed to have my parents join me for the first half of the week:
Outer Banks: The ‘rents rock it in Ocracoke
Friends joined me for the latter part of the week, where we took in the glory and awesomeness of:
Outer Banks: The infamous Hatteras Lighthouse
So remember this one cool thing.