"O U T S I D E !!!"
I hear this repeated daily. x2. The plea to go outside. Franklin & Lincoln are always desperate to be outside. Generally, I am happy to oblige. Everyone is happier if we spend time outside. Even if its pushing 90 with high humidity.
While home in Michigan, it was fun to see our little nephews clamoring to go outside too. Breeze would fiddle with the door until he earned his freedom; and both Wesson & Brecken were thrilled to get outdoors too. Branden even showed us a "trick" with Brecken... if he was fussing and Branden stepped towards the door to go outside, the fussing would let up... if he backed away from the door it started back up. That little boy wanted O-U-T.
The light is brighter there. The colors more vivid. There is such a variety of textures to experience. Sounds are layered upon one another from near and far. All of the little guys knew there was much to be explored outside.
So we let them explore.
We all start out as explorers, don't we?
Like Lincoln and Franklin, we use to crave that outdoor time, didn't we?
Somewhere along the way most of us begin to prefer indoors to outdoors. We like a comfortable climate. We like to control our entertainment choices. We like what the walls and doors keep out. We don't mind the view from the window, but its handy that we can block that off too; you know, for privacy and comfort.
Before you know it, we are all comfortable in our little houses. Cradling our little devices, playing games or watching shows. So far from the outside that we might even get sucked in to a program about the outside.
We stop exploring. We settle for near and familiar and comfortable.
I don't want to settle.
I want to begin my days pleading with my Father for "outside!" Out from the near and the familiar and the comfortable. I want to explore this world at this time and all the beautiful people I share it with right now. I want to be childlike in my desires for the brighter light and the vivid colors, for the varied textures and layered sounds.
I want to be barefoot and walk through the grass, even if it means occasionally stepping on a rock (or worse). I want to feel the breeze that moves the tree branches and marvel at its refreshment with my sons and neighbors.
This isn't a new song, but the album was new to us on our road trip, so we listened to it many times. As I ponder this inside/outside issue, this song repeatedly pops into my head.
The Outsiders by NEEDTOBREATHE.