Missing in April – MIA

Missing: gone, scidadled, disappeared, vamoushed,  farewell and adios whole dimensions of my being.

All the pillars hold the jetty upright.  Pillars of my wellness like breathing, eating, moving and feeling are the foundations that keep me functional.  When I stress one aspect or ignore another it makes me wonky, lopsided and basically off.  Time to retreat and review life.

 Child Missing

Has anyone seen my inner child the one that would laugh raucously, jump in puddles, dance to songs in the shops?  I miss her.  She was so liberating, completely unhinged, carefree and spontaneous.  Sadly grown up responsibilities at work and relationships have factored out fun with her.

Watching my nieces and nephews on their holidays  I remember Wayne Hackett’s saying “It’s never to late to have a happy childhood”.

Bird Walk

My favourite childhood memories are of living on a wheat / sheep farm exploring natures playground.  The freedom and grace of birds fascinated me.  Except chickens, I feared would peck me for taking their eggs – it became a sprint event to gather these. Building tree houses was my nesting and feathers were treasures.  Today photography lets me use my birds eye view to capture angles in the present moment.

4 bars of battery reception

Off the grid with no reception, no phone, no internet, no social media to negotiate was a joy of my childhood. I am about to revisit this digital detox while on camp.  Traveling without a phone on me, not able to flick on my laptop to check in to email or social media.  Social experiment to truly connect without interruption.

Fishing for comments

“Like” the comment that I throw the lure for when posting. Has it become a self esteem feed that I will mourn?  Can comparisons be culled in missing out?  I remember my good friend warning me of the addictive quality of social media likening it to selling cocaine to a baby when I finally registered for it.  The drive to connect to a life forms is the core to being visible on social media.  Do we take it too far when we cannot dine without responding to a phone tone?

MIA

So here I go MIA Missing in April.

Where will this social experiment take me?

Will I remember how we connected as children ?